Green lace transparency Coming to sing the blues. You straddle the stratosphere And comb through starlight, On one dusty spaceship...

Waiting. Biding. Sitting. Time. My time. My time waiting. Waiting for something. Biding my time waiting for you. Sitting and waiting....

last night I went down to the basement and found that a new room had gone and grown itself where before there was only flat wall   I...

You are at the grocery store because you have decided that you are going to wake up every morning and every morning you will take your...

I am still awake, the city is dead. The silent buildings like fallen wood logs in which bugs reside. But they are glass. Glimmering, all...

four a.m.   the dream is back, the one with the bloodied shirt and the wasps. Ermoli knows she is a creaky old woman with slow feet but...

Rusty metal hooks in the dining room’s white plaster wall, evenly spaced, once propping a painting of the cozy cottage that my parents as...

Kick your shoes off at my door I want to show you all the knick-knacks on the shelves in my room. I want to lead you into my life by the...

Myelin   Balls of dough, pale and pliant like our fleshy thighs.   A time when touch was possible. A long drive with your lover and then...

You breathe. Anticipation in the air. Settling in hollows, rail lines and tired minds, hanging like a crowd of warm ghosts hiding from...

Scales   Let me wind you up, my goodness and devotion, and spin you around all spice and commotion. Let us talk of heralds and...

Haiku for Ukraine   there in Bucha in the garden of a house yellow tulips   this morning Chernobyl reed marshes a war zone   three...

The Bottom of Le Bas-St-Laurent And I feel it suck my feet down into mud-clay comme la marée basse à Kamouraska. Seaweed fingers turn...

Under a canopy of raindrops a sleepless city shedding layers a deep complexity beneath vibrant symphony.   La Ville was never a getaway...

I’ve never seen the surface. My whole life has been spent underground, living in the darkness below what once was a city. The faded...

I walk up the Main and they’re there: All my ancestors cheering from balconies, Echoes of languages lost to the wind With their voices...

I always beat the sun to the punch. What greets me outside are the corncob spires of a sleeping city, kernels of activity popping alight...

“In this kind of business, all your flowers are like your children.” —Tamey Lau I. At worlds and Miles’ End, There lives the Mother...

The will of God on bright blue as I wait to become. Here He is. On me, in me, flushing yellow on my skin. On all of us – waiting,...

The night deepens in its newest song. Heat has dissolved, its breaths now long, all in the acquisition of a shade— but humid as a swamp,...