Bees can’t see me. I’m left to the bats and wind butterflies and bird...

Way of good drowning. Eye of yours speaking truths we afraid admitting. Many elephant weights what you are meaning to me...

open up the word/ to mouth out what the long pause/ of its love to see it is/ rain within it as it walks/ to the world on a blanket/ off the shore, it pulls the light...

All week we’d passed the weedy patch,/ lugging grocery bags into the house,/ going out to close the cold frame...

For the mastery were of the dimensions for both champions,/ A sixteenpound pishogue, who ate like tigers clean and clever...

I wasn’t honest with most of my boyfriends./ I just wanted to have as much sex as possible./ I never told my mom the real reason I got my tongue pierced./ The cigarettes that weren’t mine were actually mine, every time...

Connecting the Milwaukee County/ Jail to the County Courthouse/ A homeless encampment...

Nobody gave a shit/ about Dino Bravo./ No champion. No./ contender. No T-/ Shirts. No Foam/ Fucking Fingers. He...

His question was not the same one/ Audubon once faced, no longer a matter/ of arresting each avian species’ distinct/ plumage and light, but rather how/

Mama’s Grosry List Baby hand me a pen so I can write dis down: Sweet potatoes with no suga,/ Blue collard greens/ and apple cornbread,/ migraine headaches from ‘sixty two,/ atomic asprin, hockey puck size...

Thought of dropping bust of Socrates Morgan Gibson gave me that belonged to his dead Congregationalist minister father Over the side of the Spartan carferry...

Left Field There’s Opening Day sure. You remember May, the way the breeze carried the ballgame cleanly to the radio? I knew Junes in the north woods, skunks in the birches, fireflies in the field by the Grüenerwold. We all played cards on a wooden table under one light. Bob Uecker would tell us: 2-2 pitch, Get Up! Get Out! Get outta here – GONE! By July baseball is celibacy. And if in August the team is alive so are you, and fall is what you make it. Accept September for what it is. The fall is what you make it. There’s Opening Day sure. You remember May, the way the breeze carried the ballgame cleanly to the radio...

It was always the first thing Geoff wanted to see Whenever he’d drive over from Madison to visit me. He saw it as the quintessential landscape Of the Essential City, by contrast with that ersatz one...

lodger but that hearse has been for sale loose listing since my boyhood lamb...

What do the birds say this time of year? We’re coming back, and you might not be able to handle us. We’re multi-climate and not-so-very real. All day long, we practice looping, falling, like signals from the sky. We can’t even read ourselves...

Charles Ives wakes. Wanders the whole...

It is 8:30 in the Third Ward a Thursday three weeks since I’ve heard from you, yes...

I am the infinitesimal world’s dissimilar twin...

On 14 February 1999 a NASA spacecraft began orbiting the asteroid Eros, sending back pictures to Earth. At last our rocket ship has given us a chance to see what Eros is...

Scent of dawn: exodus to make-believe. Polydactyl fingertips snap crackle pop, trace horizontal lines of resolution, contemplate the sacred geometry of TV static...

Madame Blavatsky, the fraudulent founder of modern theosophy, prevaricated blithely, claiming Jesus reached the Himalayas...

My poems are never tired of these long walks in words that take the turn to the park to the Northern lights railed-in trees ice-sky filtered with pink filaments a punk snow dazed bleak pink...