From the naked domain of earth they come. Name after name after name. All the bright work of seeing. The world is the dictionary. Start calling yourself Starson, Otherwoman, Bakerboy. …

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. …

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 …

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 …

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 beauty of sapphire ink on a white page. So your lives as I bid goodbye in snow.

Dangerous, the object life. My hand is an item. Watch it walk out the door. Touch earth. Fly upwards in search of a face.

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 …

He walked into the Drivers’ License Examining Station and identified all the signs. Size, shape, color did not faze him. All lives need governing. His whole 45th year was a …

Sharp spears of green appear even in the dark, even in the basement in the dead of winter. Mother-in-Law’s Tongue. If you crack the leaf with a retort like a …