Poetry
Need Comes Down Like A Mallett
And the town crier cries la localende! This is one of the stories where a stranger
comes to town. A stranger with a stranger tool.
Come down from the hill freckled with mustard gesare. You know the stuff, Mara
how it explodes in middle spring.
Epithanatophobia
Don’t ever say
I didn’t see it
coming.
epigenetics or: time draws a circle
which summer is this
arithmetic is one thing, freckles another
power drags from the east in a late august storm
Hallowing, or the Black Body Returns
reparations begin
here,
within
the body, within
the striations of muscle
to tendon, nerve to tissue
American Sycamore
did they forget
the vibration
of our throats
humming
in the shade?
True Story
In Clark County, Washington – Oregon with a sales tax – the measles are back like jazz standards.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (5)
O sleepless wives of Mount Sinai, do you fear your dangerous proximity to the sun? The last strip mall in Kansas closes down with little fanfare, and this October night’s unseasonal heat touches me deeply.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (4)
Listen: nobody photographs the moss-smothered trees in the swamps of Florida, not when traffic’s gridlocked on the bridge and the tour of the Spanish monastery starts in an hour.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (3)
O hunter, I was wrong: I want my casket made of particleboard.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (2)
The pistol shakes in the sheriff’s right hand when he hauls me in for trespassing. O father, I have never seen your face.
