Black Dog | White Snow

Black Dog | White Snow

              To move across the landscape like a lost           springbok. A bounding, arcing comma pure           and certain. She circles in a falling scrim           of flake and snow, through fractalled water           without weight. So, wild mind plows paths...
Talking It Out Before a Category Four

Talking It Out Before a Category Four

              In a city without winter           the leaves don’t change-and-fall,           they merely fall, without fanfare,           without meaning. I was afraid             to move here, where we knew           none of the 4 million, and had           no place...
Fortune Teller

Fortune Teller

              What did I want from her?           I already know           one half of life is to build,           the other half for wind to dismantle.             I know a person’s gait conveys           the number of stones in their heart.           I know history...
The Great Psychiatrist

The Great Psychiatrist

    I visited him three times. The first visit we spoke about T. S. Eliot’s play The Cocktail Party and the character he reminded me of, a sort of spiritual psychiatrist: a no-nonsense male authority figure with T. S. Eliot’s world-weary deep rueful skeptical...
Hammer

Hammer

              If to a hammer everything’s a nail,           Then to a nail everything’s unfixed.             To the unfixed the world is storybook,           And to storybooks love is to be read.             To be read is to be fixed, to be nailed,           To be...
DUZ Does Everything

DUZ Does Everything

              To hear her tell it, my mother was a housewife           for decades in the 1950s—collecting blue             glasses from boxes of laundry soap because life           came piecemeal like that. Her husband’s             greens slick with bacon fat like...
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