Word Child  The child who has never seen trees won't trust words because there's never not another, better way to say it. She thinks word lovers are like over-eager...

      Jezebel   Since the dogs had devoured her flesh, their faces painted red, so that their teeth appeared white as chalk headstones, her bones became jealous and rose up, placing...

    soundstream   cicadas screeching in the night a sound stream falling to a river winding to a southern sea mud bubbling in the es tu a ry as slow ly sleep comes      ...

    Absolution Above the quarry, a rain cloud shifts. Scoured against the sky, its body gradually disintegrates, trailing itself out in long wisps which drift towards the earth like...

      pop 70s how do I love you if you don’t love you? we are rusty nails flat tires and umbrellas love throws but always misses still let’s assemble love and kisses    ...

      At Dinner (after a sculpture by Eusebio Sempere) You appear in the hallway, a shimmying fish-skeleton, your bones, tin-foil. We fill each other’s wine glasses. We try to hold a...

      Tamar and Amnon for Alfonso García Valdecasas Moon wheeling across the sky, no water on the plain, hot summer now scattering seeds, talk is of tiger and flame. And miles above...

      I can feel trouble in my bones   In my red, fringed bow ballerinas I can feel surfaces again hardness unyielding to my toes, each pebble conglomerated in the stub slabs of the...

      Clash On nights like this May air strokes skin like lazy fingertips, familiar sounds nonchalantly step through speaker boxes; his voice rough and unsteady hangs comfortably in...