poems. collect 'em all.
     

Index of Haunted Houses

First published in CutBank   The weather is in handshakes in here.   Bribes pass   from cloud to cloud: a black   coin or two,   a Nebraskan letter to meteorology.   Doors open like brackish brackets.   Dusk is an interstate coin locker.   I see a slow-burning spleen   of light, a […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

The Mosquito Monocracy

First published in Boston Review 1. Roll them bones at benthic measure. The bankers of sleep bicker in the break room. I find telephones humming in their buoyant cases everywhere along the river, all unanswered; all when answered yield the voice that calls you to waking. 2. Josephine, I’ve just junked a jazz band, some […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

Nicaragua, Naturally

First published in Fou Magazine Lilies limn on their way to the dentist’s office where pulled teeth sing their own tune to winter and its cadaverous school buses. This theme may diverge over time. Similarly, unrelated themes that were once confluence can now only hope for convergence. After salting the cinderblock of friendship we claimed […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

Sketches of Next Summer

First published in Fourteen Hills 1.   I was in the garden with my metal detector when I heard a muffled ring beneath my feet. I dug and found a telephone, dirt-encrusted   and ringing, and brushed off the receiver. A voice asked me how I found the phone and I told him. Was it […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

What Blues?

First published in Grist: The Journal for Writers Horseflies hunt in the hockshop, heel like hinges and rest like rust when dead. They sting despite antidote, despite aspirin, and give themselves so gladly to every inevitable end. At this hour dust is called for. Call it quick. The horseflies have stung their last. In back, […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

The House of Hissing Radiators

First published in Guernica Under the rain the Geiger counter went a-clicking that day in Edinburgh. On the same latitude as Moscow and storm clouds advanced like Jackboots. Lacquered and angry the television spun with supercilious gossip of a failed Atomic Age. In the heirless East a building was smothered in concrete and since then […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

Roswell, 1947

First published in The Laurel Review 1. A cake of soap.   A Sopwith weather balloon.   A logarithm for milk.   Silent and solemn spinster.   Tarantulas watch you like a television. 2. A spell of soapy weather.   A milk- solemn spinster.   You taran- tula! 3. A cake of Sopwith   ballast. […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

The Following Should Not Be Questioned

First published in The Paris Review Never before such a distant season of derision. Across town, the silo siren heralds an encore to panic. The lake below Mexico City shivers like a Plexiglas dance floor. A fine time to forget about our appointment with the radioman who was appropriately hostile with his briefcase blues: somewhere […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

Landscape with Torn Stocking

First published in Raritan The sea is a jade skull and the woman in the dress stands at the end of the dock. She appeared the day of the sandstorm and crueler news from the Nile. Drunks in the square cup dice and speak of her as specter, or survivor. Others claim it was simple […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }

A Picked Pocket, a Broken Leg

First published in Raritan   Under midday sun, an eel hunter held none but a noose of shoelace and camphor vine— a lasso to snare the fishmonger’s fleeting trade. The weather report called for continued tumbleweed. Every trailer park viceroy ate veal three times a week. In the shoals, shells harvested heat like cigarette dishes […]

Read full story Comments { 0 }