Poetry
The Crossroads
There was a string of kings in Chicago / and I knew a few of them
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Dark One Rising
Once I was going to call my book Dark One Rising and Don McKay rescued me from that idiocy, and it was christened Song of Fear after its natural parents …
Read MoreWhen Will I Find Myself?
No nothing gets under you. It’s about to roll past but you crane and stop it with your foot, then nest on it. It’s real life, you breathe, but can’t …
Read MoreTo an Ideal
Finalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize I noticed you first, your birth a paranormal float on that sintered causeway of white light. As a gift moves us to tears, …
Read MorePetit-mort
Finalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize The stoat takes a last stand, and, turning white ermine as winter’s breath, would rather face its hunters than soil its fur in …
Read MoreBarnacle Goose Ballad
Winner of the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize Readers’ Choice Award Barnacle geese enjoy Nordic palatals, stone relief fish beds and aberrant gulls. When shellfish submerge and wash up riding buoys, …
Read MoreThe Devil’s Advocate
Winner of the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize My lords and ladies, gentlemen of the jury— when you hear hoofbeats, assume horses. Not zebras. This is true in almost all parts …
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The Buried Hatchet
poisons the soil / beside the river
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