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 …
The frowning top of a ferris wheel.
The rotating lights stop, and I wonder for
a moment if all time has stopped, too; a streetlight changes
and we continue on.
But somewhere up there near the top
you and I …
There are worse deaths than singing,
worse singings than death’s.
Gently over black ever
Shifting water the wooden craft
moves out. The newspaper
soaked in itself, sinks.
And the city, there, the circles floating
on the sea articulating growth we…
The footing of the human body is so complicated.
A kestrel breaks upward into beauty. Can gender be a lyric form?
If the river says so. The river says.
Is not God, is not one of the many little gods, …