Suites
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
April 27, 2016
Isaiah
Before the block is lit, he makes a circle
with his thumb and pointer, counts the stars
and names as many as he can. Slow cars
hiss by his porch. He’s called inside to wash.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
December 17, 2015
The Forest for the Trees
The beginning's lost
until the end pulls you close
enough to smell Spring.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
December 2, 2015
Mussel Shell
December day fades
to purple to starless black
above a white field.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
September 24, 2015
More Alarms at Night
Repeat, "Baltimore"
Until it loses meaning.
It will still exist.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
August 4, 2015
Fight or Flight
Fly, winged scapulae.
There's far too much danger here.
Fly south. Don't look back.
Friday, July 10, 2015
July 10, 2015
Signs and Symbols
Blood of wife and man.
Referential Mania,
That beautiful weed.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
June 17, 2015
Shark
The sun casts morning
stars from breakers to buoys.
Bells. Knives. Black arrows.
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)