September 9-16, 2013
Furred, the horizons are both calling and escaping: there must be an edge. Near the bases on the prairie
March 17, 2014for the night, we decidewe must go nowwhile we can.New York is sinking,we go to Pompei,itself a reminderthat nothing is permanent....March 10, 2014Seeing this we fall to our knees. WeWouldn’t be willing to stop beingHuman he became willing to stopBeing wholly of light approachableTo become human and die as aHelpless creature died in thatJewish rite so that it’s drenchingBlood could besprinkle in itsDeep cleansing.How can weUnderstand this?Being human what can we do...February 17, 2014This ruse, enduring for days,will eventually cease, but noweven the birds mistake him for a log,or a stone the fleeting droughthas lifted above the current.Because there is a current, even in this cocoa-dark...February 3, 2014They have the storm of the centuryevery winter in Buffalo.Buffalo is like a pilgrim site for snow.Buffalo is Capistrano for blizzards.Think of the word, “snow-bank.”Think of Buffalo as the Federal Reserve.Imagine Lake Erie as your in-lawsand know how Buffalo feelsevery winter during the holidayswhen the in-laws drop over....December 23-30, 2013
This is a fearful night.
The cloud-wrack scuds
Hundreds of feet above us, on a blast
That shrieks of war.
Wind rips at mighty oaks
And threatens roof-tops cowering at their feet.
Men feel its fingers in their very souls
And barricade the entrance, lest the dog
Within, half-tamed, leap up at sound of roaring
To go ravaging upon their hearths.December 9-16, 2013
Come is the love song of our race and Come
Our basic word of individual wooing.
It lifts audacious arms of lowliness
To majesty’s most amiable undoing,
To Godhead fleshed and cradled and made least.
It whispers through closed doors a hurry, hurry
To Tierce and fiery feast.
The liturgy of Advent plucks its buds
From the green shrub of love’s compendium:
O Wisdom, Adonai, Root of Jesse
And Sign by which the mouths of kings are dumb,
O Key...December 2, 2013
My name streams from your mouth—
an adagio with indentations and
a scent of sacrifice.
I see my name
grass style calligraphy.
I want to slide into each stroke
and swim with each stroke.
I am a dolphin swimming,
bobbing up and down
along the Wai’anae coast
I am afraid of drowning.
The dolphin in me says,
I love you.
Listening to my name is listening
to a command.
It is the act
of...November 25, 2013
I talk in my sleep of angry things,
In the early light,
Louder than I ought to speak.
As she stirs up out of sleep,
She puts over me arms and legs,
Despite the words.
Despite the worrying words.November 18, 2013
He’s moved his body crossways in the bed.
His bony legs are thrust between the bars.
His knees are scored with crusted scabs and scars,
But time has not effaced his striking head.
His urine soaks his undershirt; the sheet
Beneath him’s drenched. He will be hard to shift.
I roll him on his side and slowly lift
The saturated bedding. No small feat.
I’ve thought of killing him and then myself;
No chandelier in here would hold my weight.