The men buried beneath my house are all named Neil. There is something in my room, in the corner of my room, behind the television. It has bendable arms & legs. When someone sees the thing in my room the …
St. Gemini Collages Photographs of Distorted Dolls in Vulnerable Poses Together With an Ancient List of Indigo-Colored Objects, and Glues Her Revelations Inside the Book of Truth and Water
& dusk & learning the throat
F IS FOR FOLIE
While you sleep, I watch a movie. A man bangs his head against a shelf in a library. It’s the magazine section: I can almost tell the year of the movie from the magazine titles. I …
There was a man who had a broken heart. It was so broken that it had shattered into hundreds of small pieces. It was much like smashing a head of iceberg lettuce that had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. Except …
While this so-called Cold War may never be declared, there is no doubt that the Blessed Mother, having completed the course of her earthly life, was assumed body and soul into heaven.
To ex cathedra teachings must be added those …
Becoming blood and bone dissolved
into soil into river carving plateau
wide swath of hill and valley neither
deep nor high and I am hawk call and sweet
whistle and gentle chirping answer
and I am cow grazing hillside and …
I press the button, and a scaffold of screws and pins uncouples from my shattered pelvis,
and leaks away like steam.
And when I wake, the sun has rearranged its buttery geometries on the walls and carpet,
on the little …
One thing any scientist understands is failure.
Many research projects fail to produce results
and nature’s own products often suck
—look at a duck: you think it’s going to
survive natural selection? A quack in New Jersey
and bam: mutation, extinction …
It’s as if the pinpoints are stars, and I am drawn in blue pencil,
the pictures between them.
Immaterial, non-print. I exist in the false-empty,
the heft within atoms. I think about what I eat.
Three times a day …
All night long
the silent face of the moon
stares down. My father
listens to the darkness,
to the sound of the river
in the distance.
In the distance, his hands
brush the river bank
in the back …