How to Attach a Door to a Door Hole

I started changing my life. A DIY project I could really follow through. I was a grackle for a million years and I flew down from my grackle nest and there was a drill bit to drill the pilot holes. A gate edge I perched on some new thing entirely flecked with chiseled matter and level as the frame. I hammered into the perch a rune to mark a position for quarter-inch screws. I scraped into it a mysterious misnomer and drilled pilot holes and begged a carte postale to make me known, the alignment of my credit due. I feigned indifference to the sweating brow. Screwed up tight. Made feckless alignment good. God gave me this brow. On it sweats a golden age. I will take this city and make it smooth and round. What city? Must have been a map error. There are no rules for how you choose the numbered bolts. Out here there is so little but ground and empty cellar and many leagues to any sober mind. The meter clumpy. The earth spongy. Having these things texturized helps the feet to guide the wobbling torso. Door edge. Gut strings. Door bolt. Dinosaur flashes of a deep deep brave. The alignment of the pilot holes, the same height both sides, the grackle nest, the rune, the drill bit centered on the screw.

Barely Buried Treasure

I pick a millionth knick-knack.
Hair. Put it on da blade-shelf.
I back up slowly slippers.

Less ninety degrees,
draped in knees. Pointed
toward the nor'eastern dour.

I invite you over make
a slipcover for your head.
Big big fleurs all tiny ties.

Grandiose. Two dry
powders and a cheerful pot.
Listless cat. Not a breach.

Go on plucky'll do it.
Keep it stopping leaks.
Keep yer stockins sleek.

I grant you a bright dollop
and on it sprinkle of dill.
We hove here like its picnic.

You're so sure I cooked it
out of a box. I'm still missing
you curing my showboat.

Many exact grapefruits
hollowed out. Paneled objects
striking I blend om in.

Edge: a Reading Series of Emerging and Younger Writers

May 20th, 2008 at Casa Libre en la Solana

Mauve Sea-Orchids/Malvas orquídeas mel mar

Few books are this arresting both in content and physicality. The facing-page Spanish translations of these center-justified poems convey a complete balance of instinct and intellect. The scientific becomes lyric and the lyric becomes scientific in a way that points toward a sense of beauty that readers have been taught to mistrust. These poems engage language as a stimulus so that reading becomes an act of substantive beauty.

Samosa Rap

If Uncle Says It So:

It shuffled off the wretched style
moved apace crevasse and dropping in
cravat its shirt front simpering
and crepuscular. It was a waffled wall
a widow maker, set of stones
both bolder and formerly basalt
akin to it: columnular: the twin engines of a benedict.

Whence: to a Clandestine Orchard

Us might aggregate if
exposed between two
wide big klieg lights under
where us frequently kiss
is us lagomorphs soft
big-up ears us fragment ears
wrap sandy-soft is cinema