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If you wish for a lighthouse on a blue-green bay, would the light make your world any brighter? If the wrinkles on your neck increased ten-fold would the noose make the band any tighter? Why would you wear the rope-soled shoes...

inches above the water in opposition to the flaming biers of my ancestors mispronounced gunwale redoubts my body (which is not a boat) panfish challenging my inconsonance

single length of wood carved an oar’s organic curves cannot compete against the complexity of combustion rippling latissimus these artificial wings dip the lassitude going nowhere...

the empty pier recedes one stroke at a time until a line of color splits two fields of blue the static resisting the tsunami metaphor an insignificant body cannot support I arrived to prison in 1997 at the age of nineteen. My...

Because not yet, but odds are . . . Because not trusting rapture, she was left behind . . . Because she imagined more than was given . . . Because, yes, she did want to be carried away, but not like this . . . What is that on...

Common things—filing my toe nails, the misshapen little piggie. Nasty tasks–cleaning out the compost bucket, slime of rind and reason, corkscrews which resemble crucifixes, talc, drink. Paperclips that teenagers link into...

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love Albert Einstein But one man sometimes thought how happy he would be living in a small village rather than this metropolis, a storybook town where there was one of everything, one...

I killed the clams in the boiling water They opened slightly to take a last huff Like my brother’s last- his mouth a trapezoid burning fingers, salt water invading microscopic cuts in the whirls the life force still lurking the...

my living energy has to go somewhere now that it is finally finished with me will it rise like braided smoke more tranquil than the surrounding air or radiate like a signal into empty space an eternal expanding symmetry is it...

a path moves through hills wandering slowly no thought of destination concealed in shadows the darkness finds its way home fog covers all signs wave captured moonlight hostage thoughts reflected in gods shattered sunglasses moon...

He’s old. Once my father built hard biceps working for US Steel, smelting iron in heat that humbled men. Now his arms are like kindling. He used to let me walk up his body, balancing my hands on his fingertips till I flew from...