Wednesday, April 27, 2016

April 27, 2016

 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


The sun casts morning
stars from breakers to buoys.
Bells. Knives. Black arrows.