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Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Skinny Secret

Phantoms. Everywhere, the ocean
fills the frothy absences. Indentations
Of youth-sprayed pebbles
Dissolve in the shore.

They were canvas damp, written
In bone-font along the beaches—a mouse
in a shoulder boat gnawed
wire text ligaments:
Ever born, summer true.

Neptune’s leafy limbs, lighthouses
Of wintery cigarettes. Mephistopheles,
take Faust.


Sun trick negotiation, bowls
For the knees, ask
About his mother, we all have
Mothers setting plates
In sequence—spoon, napkin,
Salt, university, knives affixed
To the don’t-eye-this machine


On gigantic days, prose
Becomes polished onyx. Arms, secret 
Arms hold tightly the talk of
Divergent Homecoming
With orange-green jazz sardines
Sweet in hard times


The eye battle riddles, whoisthis
Point, declare, photograph

Return to the Carolinas, torn and pasted
In our family anthology of foreign scenery,

They without body, and Faustus
Combing the sand for light.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Prize Fighter to appear in A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

So pleased that my poem, Prize Fighter, is included in A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.
Print and Kindle copies can be  purchased here.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Set to Grow

Tonight, we in a basket.
We sit, loveseat.

From the kitchen stretch of a table,
deflated pants sigh cotton.

Tonight we retreat into chair. Trees
turn their piney eyes.
Nests blush to beating hooves.

Apricot and mammal, we recline
in stone. We tagged. We branded.

Button down horse back. We winded.
We hidden. We shudder in reverse.

Our legs clap along the archway.
Lazy Friday breathes chocolate.

Shoulders pressed, we crush,
huddle under sap lumber.

The mosquito:
a little bit me, a little bit you.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Three poems in BlazeVOX 13

Very happy to have three poems (Agraciana, Paper Toss, and Toe Rings) included in the latest issue of BlazeVOX.

Monday, September 2, 2013


Away from the book, too
old or young for this. Pass it on.

Skeleton message flows
graphic. Secrets eye

trusted sources, tympanic
anaphylaxis. Walk airports
with mouthfuls of noise.


One cortex ricochets, it’s a racket.
This pamphlet: pay taxes
Pages: hot-leaded

Tap screen villain
valuable. Stone age

fiery dynamo—warring
tribes of skin and silicon. Go

to it, clay horse, cave
ash film. Spotted earth,
zap plant, subtraction.


Premonition: flagship
Code: Trip6. Rhythm

is in the red line. Finish,
strong and sacred, Logos.


speaking from the womb,
riling the she-wolves,
arousing them with Prokofiev.  they stood
on their hinds, drew their swords


foxtrot candles, handwritten
report on mount vesuvius,  blushed
when beautifuk rolled on
the page. college-ruled
three-hole punch. start again.

the flower girl did not
move a leg, frozen zaffa. first among children
she corrects the grammar of grammarians


the rev. mcculloch read, “we are not
permitted to linger, even with
what is most intimate.” she

misspelled her name
on the marriage certificate