#AmericanWriters
Poetry, you are an electric, a magic, field—like the space between a sleepwalker’s outheld ar…
Note: For 'or’ to free itself from ‘word,’ it must strain ('heave’) against the 'w’ and the 'd’ that enclose it. If, via this strenuous (perhaps squeamish) process, the meaning of 'or’...
If a path to the Gingerbread Hous… could be established by breaking c… off its edifice and sprinkling the… so as to find what lies behind us across the featureless fairytale
The clock is dressed in drag, I m… space instead of its own proper as… but if it wore time, would… isn’t visibility an effect of transvestism, that shield pasti…
The only response to a child’s grave is to lie down before it and play dea…
Hair is heaven’s water flowing eer… Often a woman drifts off down her…
If you are still alive when you re… close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black.
I’m tired of murdering children. Once, long ago today, they wanted… now I feel Vietnam the place where rigor mortis is beginning to… I force silence down the throats o…
I lay down in the empty street and… My feet against the gutter’s curb… The building above a bunch of gawk… Along its ledges urged me don’t, d…
The bouquet Bluebeard gave his first date reblooms Railroad trains drop off the bourgeois’ pointy head God’s hand descends into a glove held steady by the police At their reunion The Ne...
Here at the height of the day nigh… The color of the sky is uncertain, The sky depending in which directi… One’s eye strains, each of its swa… Hue which dies too soon and which…
'...here thy generations ende… I physically resemble my mother And father and therefore must have… Adopted, because on my TV screen The role-children rarely share a f…
Even if the mountain I climbed Proved to be merely a duncecap It was only on gaining its peak That that knowledge reached me. *
After your death, Naomi, your hair will escape to be… a round animal, nameless.
Speak like a singularity, a lack residing deep inside every lock, j… past the point keys can jab: again… make safe-ensure your door’s core… for reckless access to that pure c…