a selection from "A Limited Number of Miracles" Read more about a selection from "A Limited Number of Miracles"Add comment
"Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Dorm Room," "Simple Math; Fractions," and "When Our Atoms Stop Dancing" And there is a fear in meThat to write this is to ask for my murder–a pleafor my grief to be met with a bullet– Read more about "Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Dorm Room," "Simple Math; Fractions," and "When Our Atoms Stop Dancing"Add comment
"Put Your Ears on, Good Buddy," "The Totality of What Isn't There," and "It's Like Following Footprints..." One day, while I was retracing my own footprintsalong the hybrid, winding path of being andnon-being (being Read more about "Put Your Ears on, Good Buddy," "The Totality of What Isn't There," and "It's Like Following Footprints..."Add comment
"Still, the storm comes," "Do the Accent" and "The Boot" your hands becomecoarse and thick,hardened to feelingsfrom digging, pickingcrops for your Lordsdining inside towers. Read more about "Still, the storm comes," "Do the Accent" and "The Boot"Add comment
Affection in Abstract I know why Picasso painted women that wayA jumble of parts rearranged, exaggerated,Diminished, objectified all at onceAccording to his measure Read more about Affection in Abstract1 commentAdd comment
"Ode to Bukowski" and "Indiscreet Charade" you leave your mark on each sheetin the belief you’re the only one who gives agood shit about poetry Read more about "Ode to Bukowski" and "Indiscreet Charade"Add comment
"cuck of the wok" and "clown car existence" one absurdity stackedupon another absurdityon top anotheruntil all you can seeis cracked greasepaintand garish fright wigs. Read more about "cuck of the wok" and "clown car existence"Add comment
"We Fed It Anyway," "The Sentence Finishes Itself," and "What I Did Instead" and I know now how easilya thing can live here without belonging Read more about "We Fed It Anyway," "The Sentence Finishes Itself," and "What I Did Instead"Add comment
Sonnets 61 and 64 Do you think it's here? The long road into the west Will inevitably come into view. It was not as far as we supposed to the ocean. At night while the waves churned,the ghost of your little white dog danced on the periphery. Read more about Sonnets 61 and 64Add comment
"Not Tonight," "Wholesale Communion," and "Letters to Moths" Dance around me, bug.Gather your friends,tell stories and camp—Watch a woman burn for something that isn’t there. Read more about "Not Tonight," "Wholesale Communion," and "Letters to Moths"2 commentsAdd comment
