I could cut away. An apparent. Dead thing. To keep life I. Was farming by frost. Fog. Endless from over. The Coast Range. Birdless skies. By March. Staring down…
Here is the tree that appeared as a moose covered in fog in the sleepless winter Here is a moose that returned to the forest in the bleach-drenched spring…
for Robin Reagler Every archive is an elegy. The breach flutters with life & I make the stars into dust, hanging fires. Let the ghosts have fists. Our beatings…
Back in Seattle’s sloshy+++glopped winter months,+++I’d lean my Boulevard round the rain-glittered+++pizza-joint neon lights,+++the lonely hug-starved waiting politely for buses,+++the frustrated gusts+++of frost from the bay, like one would…
Jab Inject Jab Inject Jab Inject Feel something other than blood leaking into your veins, a prickle or burn on the skin, sometimes just the cold sensation—like the condensation…
++++ Other people see their parents’ features— ++You have your father’s early greying hair ++You have your mother’s nose crinkle ++You have your uncle’s bellowing, shaking laugh And feel at…