Of Readiness or Slowness in Speech

poetry
  So long have I neglected the bottle sweating on the table that it resembles a crime scene, the dead man not yet realizing he is dead. It’s all my…

Drought

poetry
  —a sestina I let the flowers die, the zinnia, the tickseed, the heather go brittle in their pots. Everywhere underfoot the soft cracking of earth. Even the mind grows…

Escapade

poetry
  Evaporation is the opposite of a wet dream the residue of dew clear drops beaded           clean                         petals holding forth as the bicycle wheels spun out of control behind the…

A Story of the Lips

poetry
  1. At Kmart, I ask Dad if it’s OK only girls grace the packaging of the Lip Smacker chapsticks he’s about to buy—Coco Loco, Blissful Berry, Wicked Grape— three…

Poem Going Rogue

poetry
  Because the mind wants to be not on time for once, off the books, unaccounted for, yearns for a soft landing from a precarious interior cliff. The mind wants…

Leitmotif

poetry
  Brightness scatters across the sky, pulses against leaves like a strobe-light. I’m back to asking for something to believe in: breath of sky between trees, sun blotting the hills.…

Futurity

poetry
  I start in the direction toward old town, pigeons in my wake. Imagine futures emerging in mimetic desire, children   Return to the fog, finding the seams     …

if the Maya played a game

poetry
  trying to get a ball through a stone hoop or trying to keep the ball in the air perhaps reenacting the creation myth or keeping the sun and moon…