What sievewill distill a dream? A thing of momentintimated,but confoundedby dictionary devils. Enticing in its grey distance,alluring in its apple wholeness,it follows like a moon. One wakesto the knives of … Continue Reading Follow the moon
Old Man. He come every day at twilight time. I hears the bony drum, cicada’s hum. He wear raggedy clothes, canvas cap, yellowy beard. And his work he does. Cranks … Continue Reading a working man
“Italy” it said to me as I pushed the earplug in. And dreamed about covidity, and things that might have been. Coffee mornings, browning air embolden fauna fair. Investigators in … Continue Reading When I find myself in times of trouble
What’s lent is a conjured greenfield. A tree spreads, knows the horizon. I will feed on atmosphere aquamarine and minty clouds. Give a cry at tempting scenes of primal histories, … Continue Reading A killing
The savor of a morning’s dream, exhaled in a muscled yawn. And the thing resurfaces, still unresolved. And I am back to juggling, left-handed, with only one guess at a … Continue Reading Shell game
I dreamt of dirt. Of its sloughing off under the tap. But oh, the horror of the pores that extruded anew a brackish paste, a troubling stew. And here I … Continue Reading Unclean
In you, I have dreamt a glowering cloud bank lowering to feather the fields. Gloving the lava sun that waits to cure the purchased rain. In you.
What was the thing I saw in the dimness of fog forest? Tall and straight and still it stood, its head bowed in supplication. Its person was that of a … Continue Reading Dark Angel
Why’d you lead me into corn-stubbled hills? This mind of mine swirls with overthink. Come on, old man. We’re supposed to be waiting by the highway for that Buick to … Continue Reading A dream Dad, a burning yearn.
In a wild wind, I shoveled scoops of sandy snow. As I stopped for a gulping breath, I spied a wrapped-up lady pushing bulky mukluks along the sidewalk. Thin and … Continue Reading Winter’s Witch
There’s a place of peace and rest, I think. In daydreams there are hints. But lost they are in just a wink, and leave no fingerprints. My valley is of … Continue Reading Cubbyhole
When old imaginings rise to their seasons A slam of thirteen spades Warm milk and molasses Stop the rush Drop the day Believe this religion Thank the artist, and feel … Continue Reading What a day for a daydream
this morning, someone asked me if i had food. i was driving, and no one was with me. this question, spoken through ether, was an answer to a tardy dream … Continue Reading Strange days indeed
In the wrenching spell of nightmare, something cadaverous, phosphorescent on the forest floor. Bleached as if drowned and months missing. Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing. Tell me it isn’t … Continue Reading Cadaverous
Under the sea Under the sea Life is much better Down where it’s wetter, take it from me!* I was strapped to a stool facing a desk on a concrete … Continue Reading 33: A mantis in Atlantis
Dad’s been long in his grave. We didn’t know each other, really. At nineteen, I felt like a fake, attending bedside vigils, not knowing what to say or do. When … Continue Reading Dad’s wish