a gift
when I visited Tell City for Christmas my grandfather gave me some money so I could buy myself something to open I bought myself some shampoo and an alarm clock and opened them in...
Category: Poems
something we have in common
something we have in common mothered by flowers mothered by cloudy skies
harvest of haiku
whirring-winged insect unzips black cover over this October night +++ o green katydid don’t poop on my windowsill raise your sail and fly +++ white heron snake-neck consumed by her spearfishing sorry, no photos...
poem with made-up words
Root cellar girl tucked in there among the glangsnide carrots bins of yams and winter squash. Unconcerned about clean body unconcerned about health unconcerned about movement. Very very still cultivating allsomely the snorval fear...
contractions
fly away fl’away fl’aw’ failure f’lure f”ur’
household poem
morning eyes open see clouds in layers gray bluegray graygold and sky white with morning greet fungus angel on the opposite roof and notice more murk arise in my mood raise swampy legs one...
in my opinion
After you visit City Lights Pocket Poets Series “Lunch Poems” by Frank O’Hara in Border’s Book Store so often that your fingeroil DNA completely coats both covers and your eyestains invisibly darken every page...