Category: Poetry

On electromagnetism, bodies, and the nature of overthinking

“We sit together, our two bodies close, but not touching. They say that opposites attract, but there is a void between us, a siren.”

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A Haibun for our Fallen Leaves

“Short breaths are suspended like smoke, naked against the frail air.”

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Arizona 06/13/2011

“the flash captures/our bodies/in eternal film”

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Battle With Nature

A poem after Basquiat’s “The Field Next to the Other Road”

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once, Chagall

“Jubilation—that is the meaning / of this anti-reminiscence.”

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Cold Spell

“an indecisive sea that steeps, stains / my shoes, once white, gore-aged /
too far gone.”

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The Flower Rouge

“The perfect flower’s perfection/ is to smooth this funereal mound.”

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from a costco gas station in california

“but roots are live wires, and you never saw / that I’m more brick than concrete…”

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The Apotheosis of Washington

his brush-stroked / countenance / and plaster-backed / powder blue / dress coat / dragged down / into the crypt

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Light

“Unaided / my eyes can only see so much / Beauty.”

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Songs of the West

“…how will we escape when the sun meets its rise?”

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Please leave a voicemail, I’m out of the wheelhouse

“Mysticism twists herself in circles, gnawing at her purple train..”

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