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Driving under drying skies, north, passing fields the summer has been too wet to turn brown, i wait for God to appear, for poems to rise like mists, for some sort of ever that doesn’t sting. croon to me like a wild road, sunlight spider-webbing across a cracked windshield across strange arms across a morning [...]

Some Men Men who’ve kissed with passion the full lips of women they didn’t love, men who’ve grown too reticent for the confessional, who’ve cleaned public restrooms, wiped menstrual blood from their walls, who’ve written— then scrubbed off—vile graffiti from the rusting doors of shithouse stalls. Men who’ve grown enormous with disregard, rolls of it [...]

Father took a hand saw to the rain gutter, but doubted my garbage bin would fill. How do I explain that there is no water? The bin filled in five minutes and we bought three more no fancy DIY spout nozzles, just hacked gutters, trash bins and screen for the worms/leaves/debris I’ve watched the fog, [...]

For Emmett And if you are a boy, you might imagine the hairline that crawls backward without resistance. The barber was a good barber. Give him a blade and his grandfather emerges from the palm, like a slave that was a good slave, raking the weeds back until all you see is a shaven field [...]

The Size of Things, Decreasing Scale 1) An invitation 2) The gap between the door open and latched 3) Your open hand resting on my hip 4) Kittens past weaning 5) This human heart quickening 6) A young fist full of garden dirt 7) The curve of your lips 8) The tip of my finger [...]

X Major Some images from the original archive are unavailable. Pines ARTIST’S STATEMENT: I think of these two pieces as being very deeply connected. The one big difference between them is my state of being when each was made. Pines was created about five years ago, before I had really fully realized what I was [...]

love on the windswept Cartesian plane — 1. Forth from the intersecting origin each number is newly born and ages as it goes this is the realm of the rich and the shallow, an empty quadrant where they think they exist but to imagine you and all you love can be positive pushes you out [...]