There is nothing to be done / but kneel down, like this, and bear witness.
Love
Two Poems
Hurts you, doesn’t it? Every last thing. / Those endings. Each page, a paper cut. / / Godx is nearer than you can imagine. / Godx is never close enough.
Words for Levitation
Can you put your hands around me like a muffler, season of grapes soaking in oak, season of crows, season of your husked voice whispering across the sheets, are you naked? Will you touch me first?
Two Poems
I put my faith in algebra. / And Wallace Stevens, of course, / / his quantum heresies, his dominion, / coffee and oranges
Where I’m Heading
Inside, two pews made / from wooden pallets / the sea coughed up, an altar / of bleached driftwood
At Summer’s Decline
my wife, / / rising from a dive, turning to me, / gathered the rare light and wore it.
“You Are My Sunshine”
Lemon sunlight stripes the hospital bed, / and morning chases off the lulling blues
Horses
And I expect a clattering of limbs, / the burning shriek of a horse / / suddenly sideways
Two Poems
my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic
Psaltery & Lyre 