Category Archives: poetry

1 Adhere to words’ haste a parasite darkening the host Adhere lost sentence naming image— how narrowing, the name Adhere! Ancient treasure lies Adhere wasted words

and a businessman, William Singletary VietNam vet, black claims to have seen the cop go down pop-pop, two shots at close range Lays the gun under the VW Bug pulled over, this the passenger, a third man not Mumia, runs east down Locust Street Faulkner’s on the ground, the cop, when Mumia arrives and bendsContinue reading “Poem for Mumia Abu-Jamal”

The surface is frozen faulted slate. Creaks like an old woman pulling herself apart over god.   A boy sits by the ice cold river and whittles. Studies the tacks in the night, dreaming of an island garden and trees hanging bruised fruit. Carves his name in thickest trunk. Breaks off limb for walking stick.Continue reading “Who’s to Say?”

The government has issued me a check   No more dumpster diving for day old bread, sample booth dining in new ultra grocery, peanut butter cookies free all day at Leevers No more rice and beans free with loaf of bread, canned tuna pasta, pop tarts at St. Thomas Aquinas church gulped down free withContinue reading “Please Ezra Stop Haunting Me So I Can Enjoy My Student Loan Money”

—for kind teacher Allen Ginsberg   Two pair black leather shoes lined up untied on turquoise rug under a pine coffee table   Who is this nameless woman? Tell me or fuck you! I don’t want to read your poems Crooked smile   Flox Purple shocks atop pale green stems in depression-glass vase next toContinue reading “I Don’t Get Paid Enough to Read This Kind of Shit”

Parked in Magnolia Boulevard viewpoint I look south toward West Seattle and you An American flag stands straight out from its pole, rigid and shivering in the relentless wind coming off the Sound I see rain on the distant Sound, leaning and marching toward us You over there, me over here in my car listeningContinue reading “Parked in Magnolia Boulevard Viewpoint”

Smile tonight lunar, like a night like tonight (school children on a night- hike) Make right was a night light like moonlight– a moist hue grows on our skin Delight after groggy skyline miles at night What moon tonight!

I hope there is a world where music is like a ten thousand note choir of crows who leaves the Arboretum each morning searching wide moist Seattle for sparkly things and returns in robust dark afternoon cloud for surprised MOHAI patrons and bike commuters, loud and strong and you are never far I hope thereContinue reading “2005 Solstice Poem”

Work for Jerry moving rock, three yards moved already this morning In the dirt, two grasshoppers mounted and still—Jerry: “Good for them, the little things, taking their time”