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, …

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 …

Finalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize Almosted into marble by the Medusa-eyed hoi polloi, The Queen’s stone jowls, éraillure of crow’s feet, are freshly quarried—fifty years late, her face …

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, …

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 …