The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wondering look of the pale sky,
This is almost bliss.

And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties and pain <...Read More

The sounds of summer leave
your lungs mid-autumn.
Gulls rebuild the sky.
It's more or less a spectacle.
With a gauze of dark circles
under your eyes, you watch
the whole world take a ...Read More

I'd smoke cigars all day and into the night
while I wrote and wrote without
any hope or slightest assurance
that anything I'd written actually mattered
or rose to a standard of literary merit.
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Decapitism stuck to the end of my
tongue. What to do but call it names
I thought. It wasn't thought I was
think-
ing I'd have answered had I been
asked, not even thinking I thought...
I ...Read More

letter to my transgender daughter
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard
and thyme picked outside our back door.
For this moment the room is warm and light,
and I can presume you safe somewhere. <...Read More

A map on tissue. A mass of wire. Electricity of the highest order.
Somewhere in this live tangle, scientists discovered-
like shipmates on the suddenly-round earth-
a new catalog of synaptic proteins <...Read More