Monthly Archives: February 2013

A backlit keyboard for fuse box panic roomers, kitchen knives steel doors   Shadow puppets fall the silver-wall’d Blue Motel’s new clothespinn’d photos   Troglodytes explore worm-hole frames on 2x4s, no-1 interferes

pronounced as anon a mouse in the manor eponymous under the stove, frypan atop for a wallop, but a soupspoon for the pea stew wants a dollop of sour cream & then a sieve

the lost carry-on bag from the last flight   when I returned on the next redeye   was still in the overhead and the new one’s too big

‘tho an owl flew lower to the cedar-moss roof, the two by the wood shed never asked why another in the silence of whom, unhurried and muffled in the drag of a hem on the floor-circled dust, the fold of cuff over cuff, ’til the window ran blue with the elk in the runnels ofContinue reading “Mornward”

as the water of her hand, a hold of old moss inure cliff and canyon, dry lands, whence, morning-moored, as a mist or all dew, as footsure assurance   her vision o’erbent, secure the shuffle of worn shoe; yet a cricket in grassland, a twilight haystack in haze, a stick struck to a star, warmsContinue reading “Far Spelt”