What the Lasso Does

poetry
  A cowboy spits dip into used bottles, the hounds unfed for days, dishes yawning, uranium seeping, and you name buzzards, read the backs of soup cans, T.V. guides,– it's…

Grandfather

poetry
  He remembers waking in the grey silence, stepping into patched trousers and cracked leather boots. The stables of memory still smell of sawdust and damp earth. The milk cows…

In a Rain Storm

poetry
  We believe we can extend a hand to those who suffer. The air is suffused with heavy rain. Taking in the afternoon, shifting gears. We try to grasp what…

Directive

poetry
  See the ink below your knee. There your veins were mapped and quarried. The line your groin defines remains intact, smooth like timber, the timber of a ship, a…

stygian

poetry
  ate the still-beating heart, folded when the gods came calling. son of a sewn thigh, son of a mortal. she bathed in the river, lost to lightning. lover crashed…

Ars Poetica

poetry
  You tell me this: the inlet was not carved from this spit of land by glaciations, frozen inching of big water. Not the insistences, waves, the riving wind-limned eye…

Ars Poetica

poetry
  And then an old man and I looked through the scrap pile in the back, sifting through lonesome reams of brake pads and spools of cable housing, orphan top…

Ars Poetica

poetry
  There: at mile twelve we stopped at the chattering of some small trees, distant against the low sky doubling itself across the shallow waters of the swamp. What kind…

Milkweed Pod

poetry
  It’s the boat I choose for transport into the new year I lie down in its hammered gold, my right shoulder against its curve From this posture, I will…

Subterranean Flight

poetry
  I'm the object I am and at times I'm another and am far sitting in water and sand in an echo of burning tongues And dream, yes, I dream the colossal adventure of the…

Flying Saucers

poetry
  Some regrets take the air, almost visibly, bright against the mind’s wide sky. The child you never had, for some reason red-haired. The way you said goodbye to your…

Our Legend

poetry
  Dec. 18, 2013, Akure. At night, inside the reflection of a halogen lamp, I told my younger siblings A story about our dead mother. I told the story, my…