Atmosphere, paper collage, 2021 i. i’ll be the first to tell you: the effects of gravity on these empty pages is questionable as if walking in the shadow of a goldfinch i look back and realize i’ve written the words, “not duplicating reality, but making it more intense” and i laugh, remembering that yesterday is [...]
The Irregular Art of Dancing with Woodpeckers
a poem should be serene beneath the surface, don’t you think? a portal to unassailable worlds indigo breezes and elevator music paradise if paradise is the difference between Descartes and a fish hook —and let me tell you—i’d choose the fish hook every time but what am i saying? satire is outdated punked like an [...]
Still Life with Apple Tree
Untitled, Woman with Tree, paper collage, 2021 being. portrait of nonbeing still-life with an apple tree tied behind your back thin paper nose back arched like a self-tied knot infatuated with pianos, maybe, or waking up gently to the thrill of chrysanthemums on a Tuesday morning (with dew) it’s the kind of scenery that writes [...]
On Birdwatching
If you've been following this blog for awhile, you probably know how much I love nature. Hiking, camping, gardening, even raising butterflies. There aren't very many outdoor activities (or critters) I don't like. Although, I've never taken a particular interest in birds. Not until recently, that is. It seems over the past few months, I've [...]
The Curtain Waits for No One
The Curtain Waits for No One, paper collage, 2021 arms of summer visible climate a momentary release of freedom everything we see is also its opposite so what matters? silence birdsong the kind of sex that dawns in unripened waters i sleep to loosen my eyes from reason i gather the hummingbirds i feed the [...]
Flight of the Paper Birds
tell me the entire face is mine even the subtle interior like a toy silver bell tell me the riddle at the end of the nose is also mine a red letter "r" or an ember of hair a wing where innocent elbows used to be as if to say, we are each standing at [...]
Unspoken Etiquette of Weather
Salvador Dalí, Skull with its Lyric Appendage Leaning on a Night Table Which Should Have the Exact Temperature of a Cardinal Bird's Nest, 1934. there’s a chemical basis for everything under the sun frogs' legs, leotards the surreality of a piano in a cool, dry desert this poem, i believe, is organic sexual gravitational like [...]
Coda, Or the Curious Octaves of Lily Pads
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets [...]
The Bitter Lives of Orange Tulips
the inventors of these space outfits have never endeavored to count to infinity; have never proven sufficiently the reality of bees; nor the supernatural origins of monochrome gardens long lines of matchstick flowers a handful of underwater birds; or the fish of this haiku to say nothing of our vanishing love stories the bitter lives [...]
Conversations with an Angry Lover
there’s something so contemporary about loneliness, don’t you think? where the sky crumbles in a flower or a bed beneath the moon take a crow on a wire, for example calling out angels, fielding interruptions it’s the same savage desire for oneness beyond-ness. and who can compete with that? who would measure our souls against [...]
