Basilisk

The world is looking at you. Day upon day, night following night. Voice throws itself into the wind. Feet hammer, arms semaphore. Pulse works and works. The body is like …

Waking

The other lies in a stillness. Breath stirs the dark lake. Skin speaks its own language and touch is a gravity. Stay in the world. One more day.

Breathing

Choose an ink the color of breathing. This is the far end of birth. Leave room in between for the story. Writing is like breathing. Put your right hand on …

Hunting Sea Ice

You caught my eye, you river of ice. You ask me no questions. I’ll tell you, peaks and valley hurricane. You howling blizzard of salt. Here is a white cave …

My Cat Jack

My cat Jack considers me every morning. He stares straight into my face as if I could tell him what I know. As if love were a circuit leaping from …

Tornado

Live in the real cries the voice at the bottom of the dial. The sky paints itself blue-black. Small animals with teeth race across the fields. Stars are rising hot …

Copay Now, Mr. Mann

Buy yourself an eye exam. Something about the teeth. A once in a blue moon body excursion. Don’t move. Let them touch you now. Let them let them let them. …