Who can abide the day, the night.  Here is the bed holding the room in thrall. Some people hang photographs of what may come.  Old calendars with days torn out. …

You can bring up a screen full of color, craft every motion with one hand, follow the gleam of each story as it unscrolls then disappears like smoke. You are …

Now I lay me down. Now I put my body on the spinning earth. Listen to the dirt. Someone is riding the wild skin of air. O wonder-bones lifting sweet …

In my family of origin, laughter was tears. Anger was forbidden. Play dangerous.  My brother and I ran different ways. He made money.  Stole it. Flew through the skies in a …

1 No one records what the body suffers. Just now the birds fly past your window under cover of clouds. The nurses prod and cajole. Their voices caress your face. …

Sky pours blue down the throat. Every night the black horn sounds. Ears are born to hear. Feet walk and walk. The bed is not for you.

for Diane It is the oboe of life. It is a double reed touched by a variety of savage mouths. What is an English horn? Violins spit spectacular sass. Who …

Never let the cold take you. Savage-glitter heedless north. The cold takes you. A great snowy owl carves his talon stroke in your face. North will take you again and …

Today he learns the Garden of Eden.  He eats trees, feels Eve run her hand over his chest.  She is supple and disappears like rain.  Serpents are gods here with …

You can change your life. Look, it’s all digital. Ones and zeroes.  Open/close. The beginning and the end. People talk and talk. Munch on those keys. Rub the screen black or …