I had a wreck on the street last fall. Cracked the jaw of my fucking helmet I hit so hard. There’s a … More
Category: TNY
Fear of geometry
it is a simpler feat to throw gels across spots,to change shapes with light,to engineer transitory states of light and … More
She showed me a painting one day
oh, o recognise this this is an old acquaintance with with whom i’d lost touch i remember her face … More
Neurological testing on the brain-bucket
There’s a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?” … More
Motorcycle as mirror
Over the last 10 years motorcycles took on an increasing role in my life. Five years into this adventure, my … More
That girl, drowned in Astoria, Oregon
that boy nailed a board across the pier’s pilings one summer night. that girl climbed to its top, dove the … More
jack, dog, awakes (my sky fall down)
my sky collapsed like a continent my voice broke in that thin air before you up-seen, then carbine-down those … More
Her Mother in a Glass House in the Year of the Rat
daughter went to that island fair daughter touched the mountains of its spine daughter touched the black soil and the … More
One is faced with one’s daughter
the seashell whispers shame in my ear i shook its tenant dead. the rigging’s still at its shudder and one … More
Follow game trails
one follows game trailsfinds nocturnal children roving as not in daydrinking with the coons and jacks;children who know well the … More
The St Francis Series, #7
of the birds in your hand and the hares at your feet you’ll stroke only them and i, alone, crave only to touch only … More
Bessie as bull, straight, no chaser
Bessie belched up a ripsnort bull she got a ghetto guffaw and a freight train roar she was a big-boned … More
Mi contessa, it weren’t the wheels off
(EX-ARMY FOOTBALL STAR, IN VIETNAM, CALLS FOR AN AIR STRIKE ON OWN POSITION) … it were the brakes, and … More
Can one comb spirits?
can one comb spirits as one combs bees? are trees and bees and bears not at the mercy of one … More
jack, dog, dust
if only i knew that table rock that saddle gap i would lie me there until i too, turn to air … More
A year ago we were shotguns between the cattle
Them broke hooves, them scorpions on the floor:A year ago we were shotguns between the cattle That hummingbird morning him of no … More
His jumpseat letter
burn me on a bier of wood from my father’s shotgun shack from the bones of his broken back sleep one … More
We bury dogs
we bury dogs with likenesses upon stone we bury children faceless dogs deny a disturbance of trees, while roots snake … More
Roots snake at children
the magnolia spread his arms over the children dead, said “ these little shits are unruly as tombstones a-bob the … More
jack, dog, speaks at the captain’s funeral
them heathen took you, my captain, yes you, my captain my commander, my every thing my only thing yes, you, … More
Sackbutt, son-less son
his sister under that dismal swamp she make boats n she make kids his brother in dat cold colds water … More
The sun, the butte, the child
Children like smoke escape the chute Fathers at the smoke cry across the plain And stake themselves upon the butte … More
Smoke left and gave no reason
She staked him out upon the plain That day the winter came ‘tween the two white wolves she’d slain She … More
Erik, they are fast
the spurring, the cropping, the cursing, the neck-wrenching the barnfire screams from soft muzzles with big teeth on orange carrots … More
Sergeant, they want the watering
there was a violence to the maintenance (“he used the wrench as a hammer”) of the berms (“he … More
Jesus cross-legged, at ocean bottom
jesus said, “ hey! i’ll sleep here til you also , arise, and , sink to the bottom , where … More
Jesus flies a kite
I has found that goat with the leech on his throat Among the pines at lean in the treeline: There … More
Deathwish? Don’t get me started
death wish? thedeath-will, thedeath-want, thedeep-sea fishing, thedeath-wonder [ the dishes to wash ] thedeath march, thedeath watch, themdevouge springs, therethe … More
Upon Saddam’s hanging
At this goatfuck of a gallows,We dispatch this day the devil with his sudden godIn a cluck of cursesHe let … More
Sarah, like others with bad blood
I find this morning free of feathers,A bird in blue cloth and tethersFlightless now she recalls the air,Every breath whistling … More