Monday, December 29, 2008

Monday, December 22, 2008

More of the bird vortex

they opened the drain in the sky last night. and so goes the time away into a series of wires and machines and we make cookies and set them to cool on the table in tiers. it is the time for cheer and wonder. we are some-eh-what bless-ed things, even in this failing market. even in this weather and under it. here's to your house, may it hold you in its walls like a soft-spoken mother. and when we see each other we can say we saw this, too.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

know who you are/talk to

placed into a bag, the light decided:
happens are for loose knit cloth, clotted art
the fangtoothed. keep it beneath simple
and the newspirit, printed. a major
chord for the celebration rang out, the ladder
continued its step upping. we are minors
with the -er replaced in our lungs, a trade out.
and the river that runs through town
hides its water beneath a cold hard face.
a sky ripples the same and we're beneath
all of this even. numbers and copypaper.
ready for endings, the source of local news
had its glowing head turned off. the ball
that drops is little and full with bulbs.
people looking up into their hearts. are hats.
hours. 'r'-s, ours. fangled.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Trouble With Mapping

Hello dear readers (all 3 of you),

If you read poetry and are thinking about buying anything in the next month (for the holidays or as a reward for making it through the holidays) check out Brett Price's Trouble with Mapping. It's a lovely hand-made limited edition chapbook and each cover is different.

Go here for more information: and to see a few of the covers.

Also, there is a new chapbook out from Cue Editions--Let It Be Nearby by Mark Horosky. It's gorgeous and so is the writing.

I've been frantically gathering papers to send in the mail to people I don't know. What else is there?

Saturday, December 6, 2008


I dreamed a vortex
of starlings last night. Open
the drain in the sky.