Poem: Helen, now old

You remember the days when your face filled the harbor, blue as an eye under that sun, the clash of oars and the clamor of men — oh how you …

Poem: I read this cool thing and I got to thinking

We are lost by way of our rootlessness, pulling ourselves up and outward, along the ridge, so slow do trees walk and so fast do we. There are infinitesimal substances …

Poem: Why I’m up late again

You are sleeping and I should be, but long though my lids lay, they will not crease shut. So much more of this world yearns to be seen and known …

Poem: Feral

It doesn’t take much to make you go feral: a crash, hard footsteps, a wild escape and then you hunker in the leaves below the boards forgetting everything we were, …

Poem: Storm god

Outside the pane, yes, you wield your hammer striking the giants down. These are the tales we spin of lightning: the Cyclopes forging the ultimate weapon for the sovereign, flashing …

Poem: Cracked

You’re cracked, they said. See the whites leaking out, the tectonic lines of pressure along the shell. They were always right about you, those tender parts where your innards seep …

Poem: A garden prayer

I sing to you as I bow low, my sweat your libation, the ache in my hams an apt substitute for the suckling pigs once slain and thrown into the …

Poem: Sourpuss

In the dark of night, only spite keeps me awake. Someone fires a gun far away, a sharp percussion fading back to the base hum of traffic. This is simply …

Poem: Gratitude

How often do we counsel gratitude, the gentle mien amid the lightning flash? Or let us be precise: we advise this of women, to sit calmly on the couch, ankles …

Trance poem: Rhiannon’s horse

It is enough: that mirror in the palm reminding you. Don’t fear the mare. She gives her consent to carry you on her back, down the well path, under the …