Intent on shells
she's a girl
where screech the gulls.
Age she kills
makes sandhills
breaks the walls.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
the gilded or beguiled chic
draped on strings in light of day
collecting heat
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
To what, and what for?
To wit, and wit's end—
as sayings go, attention's spent
on lines
between lines
out of lines of best fit:
a new line of credit to pay the mind's rent
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
If what I'm feeling abides by a virtue
Then I'm in tune
We're at the scene of a crime gathering clues
So get a clue
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
a ping before the pang,
now the server knows my name—
i sang lines of lang syne
in the digital age.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
All mountain chains are
their origins in movements
Now North America has movement
that has
ridges, the cordilleras
simple as this makes it sound,
there is more to it:
a crumbling effect
America was drifting
against the Old World,
some Atlantic detritus
that came away
with parted company,
its origins in the encounter
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
poetry is dead
as the air
it walks on --
good as dead
to compost heaps;
the heat reserved in sunlit stone
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
always turn your wheels in the direction of the skid
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
a net of fine mesh was at once broadly cast
o'er the mind of mankind who was caught up en masse
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
framers and confounders,
gold-sifting pitch-shifting
plagiarist compounders,
dreamer cells --
all stragglers and strollers;
trollers, ex-tollers,
frontier comptrollers...
was a pupil for a day,
gave two eyes for an A,
said "I'll tell you what I see just
tell me what to say"
2 fore thoughts 2 free thoughts
of sons of freed slaves,
think tanks and barnacles abound:
I see twenty-six characters in need of an author
to try me line by line
'til beseeched and swayed
I reach the antithesis
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC