The Canal

poetry
tr. by Peter Brown and Caroline Talpe   Dark, veiled lamps. A dark milk Filtering through the stretched Membrane. In the canal Motionless water shines. A fine Cover of mist…

The Realm

poetry
Tr. from the French by Peter Brown and Caroline Talpe   The dawn instills its light into the blinds. I spread the slats and through the curved gap Observe the…

mnemonic

poetry
  It is sometimes necessary to walk barefoot along a moonlit riverbank on the sodden strip where water meets land to remind oneself that something in the mud remembers the…

Ode to a Potato Masher

poetry
  She who wields you gets a grip on her task and bears down to change one thing into another, like most everything used in the kitchen except for the…

To Bill Zavatsky

poetry
  Isn’t it my good fortune in this world On a day when there is enough bird seed in the feeder And it has warmed up enough for them to…

On the Indian River

poetry
  Cicadas taught me to speak in low humming before my mother taught me alphabet or verb— before I learned to bathe alone in the canal behind our house, my…

Harvey

poetry
  I am at home, watching a movie when you arrive unannounced, barely visible—your frame filling the unlit doorway.   I haven’t seen you in weeks—perhaps I’ve never seen you,…

County Fair

poetry
  Tuesday, you said, was the easiest night to sneak into the county fair. We hid our bikes in the woods and crawled between the Ferris Wheel and a bounce…

Expedition Notes 13

poetry
  [a survival guide]   I’m learning to collect poisonous plants to help preserve what little food I have left. In my small hollow a few inches of edible leaves…

Etruscan Vase

poetry
  If only I could speak. Other mouths can. What speech I have, I have in languid length of arm— a slow reaching, ++turn so slight given to tendril, hole-and-corner,…

The New Metaphysics

poetry
  Intelligence is a hay rick shining in the sun. Pitchfork it up and find Bethlehem moldering and damp, beetles scuttling, and an underlife that tries to explain things.  …