Poetry
As a storm-lopped tree
As a storm-lopped tree corrects its shape over a few green seasons, so time closes around the hole in itself left by the terrible event. (in the quiet room suddenly …
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Quick Ghazal
the sum of the very coffee, invective cold the scrape of days take winterlude from muddy water to bare bone how every curse at the bus stop a silver shadow …
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Song for Herzog and the Dancing Chicken
Here is a man who would train chickens to dance for dinner in a penny arcade. Not three but a full fifteen seconds. Repeat and reloop. Peck that piano. Scratch …
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from Sinistrae/fragments
Bending Catullus drew the scent of the tomato plant towards us the strain of memory friendships serial exploits suspended his quiet breathless concern slid his left hand into the waisband …
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Under North America
On tongues of jammed horsetail, stacked as plates on the jaws of fish, a scaffold of femurs and calottes staggering from foundation posts of longhaired firepits, these eyes on the …
Read More A Song for the Yak
I feel pain a yak says when I stick a backgammon set in my eye or Celine Dion I should clarify the yak says grammar is a rich ape that …
Read More How I Became Exquisite
There in my favourite bar, Legends, whose walls were plastered with photos of Theodor Herzl and that girl who sang “You Light Up My Life,” plus also an unshaven Fred …
Read More from A Little Useless Geometry & Other Matters
WATER Hopelessly conformist to any vessel, wavers beneath the smallest breath, takes on the colours of childhood. If you try to reason it throws back your image and withdraws to …
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