Words
Things change
Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...
Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)
To WHAT,
from what,
is time a bridge?
Of WHO
and WHAT
is that bridge a carrier?
To WHAT
do the people
and things
the bridge carries
across
and back
throw up
a collective
— and insurmountable —
BarRRier???
Born...
We are the Forgotten
We are the forgotten
The people no one will remember
The ones people will forget
Not exceptional just ordinary
We are the majority
We will be remembered as a...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...
Orpheus Bluejay
My shadow has no calories,
so I peel it off the front porch
and pour it in my coffee cup.
You say it can’t be...
hewn and hallowed
full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw
back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...
unequivocally
he wakes from his morphine mist
looks up to see my sisters
and my mother
and me
all standing around
in a room suddenly thick with panic
am i dying?
all...
Doughnuts and Kings
The light always caught me off guardwhen we’d stumble in at 3am with silk screen eyes and half empty stomachs filled with Gatorade and bottom...
in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)
and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going...
passing laments on the highway of the blessed
lamentations and lust and sometimes we just fight making love for a moment and it doesn’t feel right these children a’ crying these dogs that don’t bark superstition and faith holding...
No Language
For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...
