No no no news

No news from the mashup, no news from the Rhine and no news on the filter I ordered a while ago. Nothing about the shared cabride or the nightwatchman or any murderer that might or might not actually murder anyone. No news from the word ‘willy-nilly’ tho I’m hopeful and none from my reading of …

Larry and Larry

Last night I scrabbled for the last time with Sean Bishop, a poet in the UH MFA program. We couldn’t have a more different approach to reading and writing, but we’re aptly matched scrabblers and enjoy bitching about our prospective poetry universes. We were sparring about whether Larry Levis is a genius or a hack, …

little well

little well I look so down in the poetry mirror. there is not much difference i say very little differential. on fields from another: they look likely like one and sum slipping some slippy no big dif between the not yet famous the not yet famous-er in owning this poetry well-ness I tell you my …

Hello

word was listless we fingers shucks corn cobbler sawed it Bottleface Counter of corn Sitter, git. in. a. hole. shorn dog muffin tooth relax / sniff this corny can- opy pan- opticon corn trucked loaded on a stick it’s u- nique corn who stun you stun who stun you stun

Spanish

Today I remembered I am 28 and you were 28 when we met. What a terrible age to be. Terribly lonely to be in class reading footnotes. But then I was not 28, so I saved you. I wore a white dress on the breezeway. I was fixed and smoking on the breezeway. I was …

Do not end

Do not end with the word “hollow.” Or “so many Christians into it.” Do not come back to anything, point to anything and do not use the end as an opportunity to punch any holes. The holes will look prepunched, buddy. You will be defeated by the end but you must be strong. By strong …

68 names

For how animal is eating a fig, on wheels or rails, acorns, how delicate etc. and continue adiatic, my unyeildy boots, you towing, nevermind, then rolling stop, as ashes as you are you are the plural of bluegrass in bells these patches of felt since when alelluah ah– and anna lay herself down beside me, …

100 Days

I would like to introduce my brass career of light. It is a project manager. Mothersticks hit the side of my mywigwam. Between peices of leather, light lines. Three steps off the road, a barrel cactus attache. She is a weaver with a loom and everything. The Theory of Tables by Emmanuel Hocquard. Opera day in …