Not Atlas The sun says: just keep going. As day follows night, one foot in front of the other. Here’s your sky candle. The sky says: I’ll wrap all around you. Keep you safe,...

      Picturing Celeriac Homer, as journeyman, knew to unearth it, how the sun’s scarce fingers pulsed the soil for its life. * This creature, pale white, legs folded underneath it,...

        meeting a nazi he was like any other nasty old man - smug - his waistline at his breasts - a wife skittering at his pleasure 'they made me build roads' he laments -...

      Wilderness We could do that, but we'd have to shoot the dog, skin the rabbit, kick in the deer skull, fashion an altar from the mushroom fleshed ribs. Spine like a boulder...

Sliced (a cut-up poem) you come home from New York City and a love affair you kept on a lowish heat I shot a video the footage is so sick smelling of the fancy, short drinks to where I refrigerate...

    Source coming from somewhere, a surge of energy or bit of old theology a worn out textbook or blinking screen we grow to become a name, and then rename ourselves.      ...

      Outside, A Bird Outside, a bird, separated from the rest perched on a solitary outflung branch, staring at a bright morning moon. The unclouded gibbous starkly visible among...

      The Crack The crack had spread like an art print of ants, an angry line that seemed to grow each night. It stepped from off the skirting board and danced a zigzag sketch, as if...