Dogs without names
famous in our city
are looking inward
Pink Stones
Leaking from home through its existing door Yesterday I saw this vacant stranger Walking blasted through the street His head’s port (you couldn’t call it A face with precision) grimaced and his gait Rose wool, which also happened to be what He had noosed on the pile you’d call his dome You look at him […]
(and from me)
I’m burning and the fern hanging above the piano might fall. At least twenty feet. I’m not moved by the fern, but by the sound it would make. I wouldn’t be sitting under the piano when it fell. I would be on the balcony, tucked against the knee wall. The fern falls. And I receive […]
Portrait of Leah
I was inspired by Leah’s ear infection because why wouldn’t I be? She texted me in the middle of the day to tell me she was lying on her side at the free medical center with stool softener in her ear. Of course it was my fault for having invited her to the Russian bathhouse […]
Tailings
It too was about a police detective with an unusually detailed memory. About an old-school cop and a modern-day detective who have been partnered up. About an instinctively brilliant cop who has just transferred to a new squad where her new colleagues already dislike her, but who cannot be distracted from catching the prime suspect. […]
almanac
I am the same age as salad in a bag months shy of kisses with almonds like plain but harder and better when the best was for space and I was for that and freeze-dried ice cream and the simulator in the science museum and the sense of when a building is a monument and […]
Two
Public Radio All my chicken breasts are lined up on the cutting board ready for Step 1 (pounding) and Step 2 (dredging). The kids from the house next door are running in the yard, where the dirty stuffed bunny sits water-logged on the fencepost. The neighbors are listening to The Cure and I am thinking […]
from “LISA ROBERTSON: SEVEN WALKS”
The First Walk We are guided. We are we. Foxed and shaded, sliding over the surface of civilization which is reading behind us or reading inside us is a civil contract shattering in its choices. There is the Styrofoam cup and the paradise that is likely not quite ready for us, crushed. The petal in […]
Two
macho sam and his tattoos i like playing hopscotch i like to cross the street on red i’ve got a tiger tattooed on my chest and a sheep on my left shoulder sometimes i forget my woman in the drawer sometimes i lick the ink off the dinner plates i love myself for a few […]
from ‘SOUSVEILLANCE PAGEANT”
It Looked Like What You Needed And Then It Needled You Sousveillance Pageant has one older brother who is in lock-up and one ex-lover who is there. Within any single given year, the Pageant also has anywhere in the whereabouts of four to eight companions who rotate in and out of an assortment of state-enforced […]