Poetry
Poetry
My cry for the first time fastened garlands of hope to the roof.
Poetry
Oh brother,
the eye of the needle is shaking the weather
awake.
Poem of the Week
Death will come for us so fast we will never be able to outrun it.
Poem of the Week
You remind me of lizards birthed in an outhouse by an ogre or a loon.
iPoems
Our fathers sit in their gear looking as mean as we knew them to be.
Poem of the Week
Weird that yellow’s the color of cowardice when the sun never runs.
Poem of the Week
They say the night watchman is so good he hears the grass growing.
Poetry
Nothing is beyond texture. Wind mouths the shape of clouds.
Poetry
Screaming, the children flew toward the trees in their saucers.
Poetry
People talk this way who would prefer the earth parceled out in standard lots.
Poetry
All my life I have noted that my thinking was atavistic, totemic.
Poetry
I stuff cotton in my ears, bits of bird’s nest, anything to stop all that talk.
Poetry
Trysting lovers kissed while breezes fidgeted the leaves.
Poem of the Week
Fires, always fires after midnight, the sun depending in the purple birches.
Poem of the Week
Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this summer morning—
Poem of the Week
Three rooms, sight unseen, rented from a nurse and her husband.
Poetry
My body. Stop the air. Travel by stopping, full stop, just there.
Poem of the Week
Years after the Sisters of the Holy Names left you unlock the door.
iPoems
The shadow carves the hours while the Latin inscribes
iPoems
sunrise reminds the shama to emerge from her perch in the pandanus tree
Poetry
There was a fish. And then there was the consciousness of robots.
Poetry
A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.
Poetry
We cling to an exact number of planets, to the Earth Our Mother.
Poem of the Week
If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you time is a language I don’t speak.
Poetry
They need to be named, loved, then unnamed to be seen once more.
Poem of the Week
Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.
iPoems
No, you may not walk there. No, you may not stand on that. He is not here.
