iPoem Now there are mini-moons, I read, primordial crumbs. Or rather there always were but now our instruments are sensitive enough to register. It probably means I’m dead. […]

from SEASONAL When the full sun is on me this way I itch and am satisfied I take it in like a thirsty man drinking from his garden hose I […]

Geologic When I don’t have a body anymore. When I’m ash and fragmented bone. I think about the early people, trapped between one geological era and another, unfathomable. Their dust […]

In this trembling moment, with light armor under several flags rolling across northern Syria, with civilians beaten to death in the streets of occupied Palestine, with fires roaring across the […]

Guest Blog Post by Christopher Locke, June 22nd, 2023 Passengers The world will burst like an intestine in the sun, the dark turn to granite and the granite to a […]

That the Gods Must Rest That the gods must rest doesn’t mean that they stop existing. Is that true? Do you believe it’s true? I could tell it was morning […]

from October 27th, 2003 I say that I’m not afraid of dying because I haven’t yet had the experience of death on the walls of an overheated bedroom images on […]

I SING THEREFORE WE SING I need you to understand: my joy is something you can wear, too. Throw it over your head like a blessing bestowed, keep it wrapped […]

Untitled 1. I like roundness. I like roundness, curves, wavy lines. The world is round. the world is a breast. I don’t like right angles they scare me. The right […]

Villanelle   This first line will not go away, and though the middle ones will disappear, the third, like the first, is bound to get more play. Examples of the […]