I read some poems here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbOMbDoccyg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY5_boQYfJk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiqLUwP68oA


and this is from 8.8.08 - published online at Juked.com-


day makers

when from the well
the call
came to me

I shot once
into the air
and left the horse
to hang
in the barn.

said goodbye
town that I know.

little black feathers
on little black ants
     better
that this also be
goodbye.  

I saw many things
wrong
as a child.  

the way the living
not the dead
would turn.
 
the night
pared from the wall

a thin thing
over the thin mouth
of my sister.

I thought it all
a circus
sorrowed
but a circus
still.

now I watch
a barn
being raised
and want nothing
for the swallow
on my arm.

a human word

is ****

and human
to go
when called.

I wanted the space
between the skin
and the fruit.