Now

This is how it happens. The sea, the air, the nervous pen. Somewhere else, a mother is crying, a child. The earth is a canvas stretched across a black frame. …

Happy Life

Put your nose right on Lake Michigan, say the angels riding the bluff above. Listen for the sound of the glacier carving. Maybe you can scoop out your own life. …

Creation

If the voice speaks to you, don’t move. There is risk. Now you see the world. Now the wind seizes your skin. Electricity sizzles in the grass. one two three …

V-Tach

Low down and dirty, says the heart howling like a baby, like a blown circuit, bad rhythm flowing all the way to the sea. Listen to me, partner of my …

The Body

He celebrates the birth of touch. Each leg, each arm has a name. Trails lead across the chest. Hands are antennae, always seeking. Lips can swell with passion. The throat …

The World

He places the bread upon the table. He cuts the tomato with a knife. The world enters the window before he can close it. The world enters the face of …