is a perfect facsimile of human
anatomy, its hood fronted by a white
frill, its two orange flaps labial,
its tube an invitation. A slurry
of blackbirds shakes up; something
is fruiting in the kudzu. Goldfinches
spin, yellow ricochets in …


We drive through the intense sun,
and the fields listen. The dead
stand and wave, but we don’t
see them in the glow
of our optimism. The ending
is already written, but we
have not been told. And the dead…

After Years in America

I return to St. Petersburg to meet Svidrigailov
In his room inside Crime & Punishment
Two hours before he places the revolver
To his right temple & pulls the trigger
After telling a stranger in a gray soldier’s coat
             that …


They told us we needed to evacuate. To pack sandwiches, light valuables,
our important papers, and that we’d be back in three or four days.

By 3:00 p.m. the doddering bus, displaced with passengers
riled by nausea, urged the driver …

A Girl

After her eyes were eaten out of their sockets and the old women sewed them shut with silver thread, they kept blinking. Not opening, just twitching up and down. Nobody could tell why. Whether it was just a reflex or—some …



Days chorus.
Sonia knows this
in the way she describes
breakfast, the dead
routine of minutes lit
by how quickly a room
of kindergarteners can eat.
The dream is sated
so how to return?
We check sandstone
on a …

Beach Winter

His name is loose. A choir
of seagulls aims to understand it,
but of course, that’s not
going to happen. Especially not when
they can notice a television through
the window. One avoids
the word “comfy” if he can.
Immense …