Here is another hive the eye might climb into, another place I’d like to put my hands, as if the heart were wings at work under the chicken wire,…

  Not starting from scratch but with a scratch of certain measures. *** Think of the voltage lurking behind the simplest of switches. *** Best to be charged by—not with—violating…

  After the disorder of my days, and in the defeat of my evenings, I love the quiet, revocable suicide of television, especially British detective shows, where everyone is driving…

  I’m hunting for a bird containing Z whose feathers were once used as money by the Mayans whose ending can lead me down a stream which Caesar once crossed…

  As space expands, so too we’re pulled apart. We slip along curvatures, find ourselves sucked through wormholes back into discarded days. We meet our younger selves, refrain from asking…

  Someone running up a flight of stairs in your head heavy bones, human eyes. As the heart grows— life means mostly waiting for life— it assumes a more vertical…

  I don’t find you rotten, no, just do your thing and think no more of me, okay?                            . Shop until your money’s spent, or to your heart’s content, but…

  A part of him understands the fact of this as sport, though then a part of him does not, and stands each time amazed when finally a player goes…

  Well, more a whisper than a word, it proceeds unsurely, of itself, of the low branches of the bushes it blushes its slow way toward. So he says entropic…

A thumb of grass in the East & fingers of timbered stream valleys west-bound a cowbird rolls an egg from a dickcissel’s nest parasite    decoy    pond-bed stocked with winter-whitened antlers …

The idea that thought is the same thing as language is an example of what can be called a conventional absurdity.  — Steven Pinker Dream-sentence on the tip of my…

  This morning came a tapping, as of someone rapping, from the entertainment room. The writing wasn’t going all that well, so I clicked my save icon, burying the misbegotten…