Kneading
From the first fist into the risen mass, the dough is a-hiss. To live is to master a liturgy of winds — even yeast knows this. Gas whispers out through a thousand pinholes as I fold & press, fold...
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Lacewing
This lacewing may be experiencing a teachable moment. I know I was: up late dreading poetry, I suddenly realized I was dreading over someone else’s shoulder. It must’ve come in through a hole in the...
View ArticleFamily Restaurant
Underneath the spoon’s small lake of chowder she fears her face is still staring back, upside-down, like some girl in China, & depending on the angle, either outlandishly skinny or outlandishly...
View ArticleNew theory questions why we sleep
This same screech owl was trilling at 4:00 p.m. from across the field. Water from the tap — it’s still moving when I drink it. I trembled like that once, too, after days without sleep. I felt...
View ArticleTo have and to hold
You can have everything as long as you keep your eyes shut. I’ve been practicing this with horses, with hats, with consumer electronics, with money, with vacations, with specialty cheeses, with weapons...
View ArticleEar cage
Oh rare & wild ear, translate until bright my rival making, my restlessness. The river bears thousands of planets & the church lifts an elliptical wine, reminding us of lust on old records. Up,...
View ArticleEarful
A distillation and clarification of last night’s response to the RWP prompt. Now I think I’m getting somewhere. Oh rare & wild ear, translate these nuggets of noise until they gleam. I am too...
View ArticleDave and Beth’s excellent chapbook adventure, and Dana and Nathan’s...
At Read Write Poem, Dana Guthrie Martin has interviewed Beth Adams and me about our experiences publishing a chapbook — check it out. As with our live podcasts at qarrtsiluni, we seem to fall naturally...
View ArticleDictionary Fruit
I didn’t have the name for it in English: lumpy fruit soft as thin leather, knobbed with the biggest outie I’d ever seen. She took it back, sliced it in half, & handed me one of the hemispheres...
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Poetry under the Big Tent
I am now officially a sideshow barker for Big Tent Poetry, a new poetry prompt site and the most direct successor to Read Write Poem, which ceased publication and shut down its associated social...
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