Sad Girl on a Bicycle
No one goes downtown. I see an empty square and name it after you. In the yard of the house you used to live in, the flowers shed petals,…
Steeplechase
Lower the shovel and flatten the ground. --Gerald Stern Mostly, denial, the nerves in abeyance— add one day and a stoop sets in. I churn my shoulders to undo…
A Walk on the Beach
On the beach the shark is dead: its marble eyes leak jelly, its underbelly, slashed, bleeds pinkly onto the sand and flies like copters circle round reporting on the…
Navigation Without Instruments
For K.J. Baker This is abroad where you die any age orienting your map. This is between shell shock and PTSD, the war the greatest generation served in, my…
from Cairo Seen Again
Google the Girl
Google the girl with the blue bra And you will find her lying, raw Forced over, knocked down on her back Her legs upraised against attack From fully-clad helmeted…
At the Reading of the Antiwar Poets
Someone says, we’re living through an age the ancient Greeks would understand, internecine, unrepairable as red ceramic shards. The famous poet calls the soldiers babykillers, says fuck them. It’s…
Exposition/Expose/Exposure
setting forth an ex- a present position point act of exposing state of being exposed displayed disclosed wares details laid open disposed of former opposed for want of…
We Speak of Forget-Me-Nots
Tr. from the Portuguese by Calvin Olsen I see you do not want things to continue This way In this particular case We speak of forget-me-nots A flower about…
Some of the Hidden Things No One Wants to Talk About While Saying Goodbye
We were walking past your dead grandfather’s house, and I left you as if through a door in the air. I wanted to tell you, but you were speaking…