St Oyl! he is st oyl! of the well-machined of the well-lubed of those lankyass lads loosed on boulders with pinecones bested by small pineneedles the needles! they have been trampled over by his loosed limbs needles having their own needles succulents lining edges of other succulents from the paleozoic era he! st oyl, he! […]
Mt. Mitchell
I didn’t want to tell the story and still don’t Not thinking in elephant thrusts An action that rolls off the wrist The situation changes As does the house What middle colors Electioneering for my love What grounds for improvement can I claim Not one in reality But infinite toward a masquerade I can exploit […]
Sphinx of Black Quartz, Judge My Vow!
“You gave me more than I could ever need & even created more needs just so you could fulfill them” Is it true the closer you get to someone the more of a mystery they are? How can I render you free in words like one or three looking away looks like a way the […]
Entertainer of the Year
At age eight I receive the award Entertainer of the Year Runner-Up for a jazz-gymnastics routine I perform to the disco song, “Give Me the Night.” My hair is short and I’m barefoot and bare-legged in a pale blue leotard with a red and white zigzag down the side. On stage I do disco moves […]
Stanzas from “Cry Baby Mystic”
A squashed blackberry stuck to the sole of my shoe in Paradise you’ll starve up on the roof. Mobbing birds will often swerve away before they strike: Mannikins, Mousebirds, blue-gray Noddies. Even that little truth is too much though so is the fibbing. I’m still not sure how it works. ❉ I once have known […]
Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone
Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone. He imagines the tone before he gets out of bed. A tone that feels full. That resonates his small body. That seems to gain intensity […]
The Ghost of Things
René Girard called it the triangulation of desire; we fantasize about other people, based on images. Fragments, glimpses from constructions. In short, we want what others want. Paige knew as well as anyone that when Maeve posts a picture of herself wearing a tight dress and making her sex face to the camera—it is not […]
Three Poems
[eye doctor wanted] eye doctor wanted (at last) my cock combined with four- hand Mozart sonatas. his tall Norwegian wife, caftan, in bed with us for novelistic complexity. chocolate chips, raisins, cashews, in dish daughtered up my three- o’clock disappearance. time to teach math, ninth graders— outlaw bike-ride milk- shake hill homo-reverie. forehead coign-angle legatoing […]
Five Poems (From “The Bacchae”)
Clark Coolidge Our hymns scared your kid, but did You ever wonder why? I want to say It’s flowing, as I take it in, the Delicious blood of Jesus. But we’re Not sure—do you sit on that doily, or pray by it? Passion? It’s more like the batshit of the Christ. I interviewed a group […]
Two Poems (from “Rainy Days on the Farm”)
Another Another The goodness has collapsed and gone. It’s the same “now” for everyone. We are at onceness at oneness. We are a long march of people and resources, waves and sheep, a march of demonstratives. We eat candy and irony. Deerhunters roam the woods and bad people are in power. Good people are digging […]
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