May 1, 2017
On the Cultivation of a Garden
That “Man is the only animal who talksto plants,” was first asserted in the 1810Principia of the Baron Inger Stowe. Stowe surmised we’d talk to anything.The assessment was put finally […]
May 1, 2017
Arrived
Above the water treatment plant starlings block out light, stack on spidery branches, then shoot off from them, crossing, recrossing under a sift of shapes. What if the self were like […]
May 1, 2017
And Still I Want to Bring Life into This World
Aquifers are so depleted it would take a great flood to replenish them, says the radio broadcast. I am driving from a doctors appointment, imagining the millions of us, our […]
May 1, 2017
Generosity and Performance
after Large Horse by Raymond Duchamps-Villon The question of the deer arose before the deer emerged from the well-trimmed yard to bound into the forest in front of us, […]
May 1, 2017
Hope Is a Raptor with Talons
That won’t leave me alone. I am the thingwith poems, I perch upon the soul. I amthe thing with derision, with vision, whoseperch can take a toll. But you are […]
May 1, 2017
nature
the landscape is triggered with post-romantic stress the world is unmastered again all we see is light from the bomb terror comes before horror because thereis no reason not to […]
May 1, 2017
A Philosophy of Stones
Look for a stone. This stone could be bedrock or sandy landfill that liquefies in quakes. It could be carved limestone stacked into disintegrating columns at Delphi, or granite walls […]
May 1, 2017
After the Removal of 30 Types of Plants and Animals from the “Junior Dictionary”
Almond no more. Blackberry blanked out. Cheetah cast off. But if no acorn, because the young will use language for nature less, by that logic, no arousal, brief surge of […]
May 1, 2017
From “The Lava on Iceland”
Meteors petrify me— dead matter vanished into the scantiest of tracks: a white flare, eerily anonymous. I’m earths aorta, I thrum against erosion. O spur of the alien cosmos […]
May 1, 2017
Self Portrait through a Glass, Dimly
I am one of the final crew born under an untouched moon. I come from when the past was black and white. December was colder then and whiter. Brighter.I miss […]
May 1, 2017
Escape from Milam Landfill
What’s manna, what’s milk. What’s demonic to a mountain, the Illinois trash-mound chronic with sourness & leak. Nothing fell on you like preservingsnow. Nothing petrified your leftovers. No container evaded […]
May 1, 2017
Foulbrood
A spill of coppers: dead bees scattered Across the grass From the hive’s dropped purse. In a rotten crotch of my tree trunk humming One to one To a hundred they bunched […]