Three Poems

Three Poems

    Lake Natron                   after Nick Brandt Your love’s thermal waters, kept from sun for ten thousand years. Others heal, but I am the gilded head of Minerva found, helmet axed free. Altars of the hair shirt, pews of the split lip. Piranhas of salt, my limbs...
The Poem

The Poem

    arrives like a serrated wing. Cuts the medium on which it is inscribed. Cuts the fabric of the real.   Arrives in the walled absence where the self is not. Cuts the costume of the self off a mannequin of air. Cuts the white light of a voice into unwound strips of...
In Our Bundle

In Our Bundle

  When we think of sticks, do we think tree; oh bramble of me; what part of us, scatters wind, becomes home to something other; how your skinny bones in drape, mulberry limbs; oh slats of light, ribs of; & dusk always resides in chest, in fissures between lobes...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    NATALIE WANTED TO WATCH NASCAR Natalie wanted to watch NASCAR I said Hold up not my thing we were on the attic floor cleaning up Gel Markers and Monopoly houses Come on dad don’t go to the basketball the Cavs were playing the Pacers and Lebron was doing wizard...
Palomas, Cuidad De Mexico

Palomas, Cuidad De Mexico

    Because devotion. Because ether. Because the saint holds a paintbrush, his sorrow. Because the grass may grow sharply, its knives. Because wonder. Because somehow a dove has nailed itself to the shadow of a tree. Because at some point in this holy story, a wrought...
Visitation

Visitation

  What strengthened me, for you was lethal.                                            – Czesław Miłosz I was never bent on saving you. It seemed to mean a kind of coddling language: the easy I hear you, the unnatural You’re seen. Anyhow, I couldn’t...