The shepherd-poet measures himself against the void, cuts from the canvas of nothingness a poet shaped outline which he massages into a coat, his fingers working against its pliant…

  The morning drive east on Trapelo Road. Cars become islands in a fog of light. The white is seamless, a piece of unsewn cloth   laughing in the air.…

  Do not follow me anymore, Atthis, like Sappho I also adored you, but do not sleep in me like a nightmare now. Mirrored in a boy’s soft eyes I…

  When I arrive at your door and you come with a blush apple at your mouth and eyes packed thick with spruce, I let myself think of the photo…

  Locked under linocut trees, slabs with lyrics or long phrases on them. A field of stones that only say “MOTHER” “FATHER” “HUSBAND” in low relief under leaves—the birds of…

              Pine Creek Lake, Montana   Ice-raked granite walls sweep up three sides of this alpine meadow; a stream falls, noisy, down a rocky…

  All the lives inside the compound.   A red moon stalled over Kilimanjaro.   Forces joined. Truces brokered.   Everything you've tried to mend broken.

  Diego painted the mother cradling him. Frida painted him as he was in death— eyelids parted (hold a mirror: no breath). Diego painted the mother cradling him. The mother…

  He told me the story of absence, its contents, the thickness of its spine,   nicknames of guards providing blurbs, the setting which is neither place nor   not-place.…

  The calculated weakness of "weak force" Was ignored, so we never saw how Weak it was or just how starved a man could be, And when they punched him,…

      "The path comes into being only because we observe it."             —Werner Heisenberg   No, your wits can’t fix this.    …

                      After Yoko Ono   Tulips and chimneys and ash and dirt and honey and salt and hives and the…