My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • if I give up, things will come right, so everyone saysif I tell you I have given up on youif your response to that is to rush joyfully into the distanceif I turn my head to hide my tearsif I walk away if I am quietif I do not speakif I walk for long enough Read more

  • The moon is not yet a cellblock or somewhere to fly to / on a good night it flings its sliver or slice or circular song through the flungout tornup clothes of the clouds / on a good night the moon is not a dusty chemical yellow it is silver through the surviving trees through Read more

  • On reading a biography of Dylan Thomas If Dylan Thomas were alive today Huddled around the tiny fire of his longing Always wanting to be where he is not Loving with violent intensity Altering each poem a hundred times Carefully editing his letters Making promises he’ll never keep because of the dreams Regarding through his Read more

  • Sundayly

    Stop me, woman! It is an enormous lie. He is a dream shadow abutting a languid suit yet his light feet say they never ache You watch men heave their rocks & sit chanting together I eat cool TV love or picture dressed sweat Sundayly like breastmilk of my sleep      like blue moon rain      a smooth Read more

  • Dear Joe

    Dear Joe This is not a newsletter. This is not a call for submissions. This is not an advertisement for flights or medications. This is not an ancient joke, or an exhortation to live each day as if it’s your last. I don’t want you to pass this on to ten other people to make Read more

  • as I sat against the wall under the eaves facing the trees as I sat that morning trying to eat crying that bird that six-inch black-and-white bird sharp beak a shard of obsidian flew in, a loop, flew out, a rustle-rush of black wing and tail, of soft fronds on stiff ribs, flew at me— Read more