Most Read Pieces
I am wordless bound. / What is a poem, / but something / / floating through space? / I’ve begun thinking / maybe consciousness / / …
Walking around today the dream / a fist at the base of my spine labored to move me— / I was like a fridge, or a piano / / This was…
Dear Corporation(Precarious College Town…
I was about to smash my hand / through the shatterproof glass / of another disheveled college town halloween, / but then this girl walked past…
Cecilia, or: most of what happens in a …
Cecilia and everything undone. / Inadequate and worldly. / Smiling and smiling and smiling / and thank you and everything else. / Their skin, their…
I will never regret the secrets I have kept. // Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss. / // / The secrets I have kept belong to him as…
from After the Fox
After the fox, see / the chase. Feel the theater. / A grasp at something / with a velvet waist. / An overcoat fails. In other words, / …
Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.
Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....
Poem for the Very Beginning
I hadn’t remembered the black screen, the first minutes of 2001. It sounds like strings are warming up, and they should get limber. I would’ve…
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