she tasted the sweetness of
the morning dew,
and spread her arms
in the wind, while
the... [+]
Poetry
At Burger King at night,
We are a few scattered
Among the tables, waiting
Or eating out of... [+]
"Now we will find
what the rest have left behind."
—Lil Green
There, not here, is... [+]
if you concentrate
hard enough, sometimes
the fourth wall breaks—
fading just a moment
to... [+]
A secret disclosed in art class:
the face is five eyes wide.
You pencil the extras in
and... [+]
If you call on
me
one evening
in the city
of un-
known poets
we'll talk
not a... [+]
The poltergeists come,
one by one,
and they do not know
one another's faces,
only the... [+]
I've always been curious
about the identities of old statues.
The minds
behind the cool... [+]
Sometimes, a fishhook
and a bit of flesh
are all you need
to save your baby
and... [+]
I'll never forget us
entraining this freight at dusklight
to escape cabbage farms, rusted... [+]
And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these... [+]
Your voice, too fast, chattering,
clattering against my Self,
breaking into my thoughts,... [+]