Spotlight on: Poetry

My mother speaks a language other than I. She was a francophone in her Canadian childhood. I am not part of her elite vernacular assembly […]

Must go outside beyond the concrete square where I smoke long cigarettes & cough, pluck oak pollen from my hair & cough, spit, cough—not the […]

How caution has no time zone. How a parallel can go forever without running into any old school chums at Sainsbury’s. How a bird and […]

Fiona Apple waited until she was forty-two to give us a line from when she was fifteen Thirty-one/nineteen Marble smoothness melting to a waxy rot, […]

Feeling blue in my eyes with waves rising.   She is there, mermaid girl, in the blue sea.   Heart of glass breaks in two, […]

we are safe.We are safeon the beachin this canoe.At night, alonein this canoe,we are safe.There might be the soundof crabsscuttlingand dogsbarkingand wolveshowling inthe mountains,but not […]

I know most art for most peopleis indecency explained. I am telling youshe has no explanation. So, what?

I have no strategyfor when I open my mouth.I’m just a lucky fucker.