POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
My Multiverses

It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

On the Night Row-Houses Across the Street Catch Fire

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

All In

I don’t
know why
I’m in the garden
kneeling on dirt

Welcome To The House of Static

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

robertson quay

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

Unerased | Steep Steps

My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”

Soft Porn and Cuban Pine

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

appetites

you quit wearing pants
loaf around your yard
in hole-nipped panties

necromancer woman, witch woman

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Condolences

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

painting of apple and grapes
Feast Of

anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple

Ode To the Dove Pt. VI (Avrom Sutzkever)

Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.

Several someones

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

Hollywood Hills
the remarkable thing

I am still waiting for the lion

“Artifact,” as Translated from Gluberhöff’s Lexicon

Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.

Dear Deer in the Compost Pile

I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.

3:17 AM as Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks

Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.

Back Suplex

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous

I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.

An Endeavor of Being Now

We stop doing dishes while
a mile unwinds
from the tree outside.