Category Archives: National Poetry Month

With a subtle movement I take off the top of my head, usurping poetry’s power, feeling the smooth stuff ooze out on my fingers. Usurping poetry’s power, I make new the very air, set everything ringing, I do not mean … Continue reading →

Things I don’t do because someone is watching me. Lines I don’t cross. Fish swim backwards against no current. Angels come into my room quietly turn and leave. Things I don’t do because everybody is watching. A dream I don’t … Continue reading →

I like to micromanage inconsequential affairs and leave the important stuff for others to worry about, like a woodpecker working away at the crotch of a tree. I like to leave empty bottles lying around and pretend they’re wind chimes … Continue reading →

A cluster of stuck together seeds stumbled upon in the woods as a boy, copiousness of the word ‘the’ at that age, the seeds delicate pungent and so many hanging there as the boy stumbles into himself, heavy with sick, … Continue reading →

Desire to run backwards until there is too much and forwards is shorter. Desire to skip over the gaps just makes more such as here and here. Desire to be on the cusp of or having completed what’s next.

We like what we like. There is no way to know what we like till we see it. So surprise us. Could be April and not sweet rain but snow blowing down wet soot through the bare branches. Make us … Continue reading →

The face you wear before waking up, woken by the twinge of a nipple, the baby’s cry an awareness of loss. You are missing something. Not something, you are what’s missing. The face you wear before anyone sees you. Before … Continue reading →