Of the Television

poetry
  A regulated eye, calm and gray, that let us see in deep as a mother's patient, unblinking gaze,   we peered at the unhurried overalls of mild Mr. Greenjeans…

Last Day at the Meditation Course

poetry
  The clouds aren’t clouds anymore, they’re whatever they want to be, unfocused drifters, portents of change. A hundred people are here, a hundred different courses happening, each person’s version…

Revolution 2

poetry
  I dream hate. I dream fear. I barely remember my dreams but through   the scrape of a night, I see the world is at my glass. No storms…

looking across Somes Sound

poetry
  the water all light and motion wedge of shimmer stripes of wind ripples edging tenderly to dulse and Irish moss and rocks smooth as the backs of whales  …

America

poetry
  of steel-toed boots and fixed-gear bicycles, O country of subwoofers and subterranean shelters,   of men on green fields in armor, of men on sand in skin, of skin…

Pinkeye

poetry
  All summer, we feared to look at her, our bovine Tiresias. Marked by pinkeye, with crystal ball eyes she sniffed her way   across pastures thinned by drought. My…

Gone Bowling

poetry
  Though we'd wish for a straight approach, dying’s a tyro, squats in its delivery, ball   in both hands plopped on the lane. For a moment dumb there, it…

Grimoire

poetry
  It was like dying. Or terror falling from the skies in Guernica. Or the yearning of prisoners, how she fell out of herself, sometimes, forgetting her name. The feeling…

Thoughts of a Dead One Waiting

poetry
  Tomorrow someone will come for me. Or maybe not tomorrow. Later. Who knows when? I don’t mind waiting. It beats doing something. Doing has always been my undoing. Not…

Ostrich Takes the Stage

poetry
  The ostrich will give itself its own name, anoint itself in pearls, stare in the mirror as it dresses and undresses its body.   The ostrich enjoys a spectacle,…