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Category: Blogging & Poems

The purpose of this category is sort-of implied, but this is meant for the day-to-day, more general literary thoughts and reactions in life that do not specifically “fit” into the other categories. This is life at its “roundest,” where writing and literature finds their way into the daily.

I am not this tree.

Where did these bricks
come from –

perhaps they were trees
and olive branch


in a santuary window.
As though to throw off

the jack-in-the-box image,
the mouth of an auditorium

the Keynote is the inversion of a ghost

– what do they aspire to?
A tree, a lime –

burning with seeds –

burning in the window.
You do not exist.

You do not place the flowers
on this four-legged

coffee table.


The “colossal wreck”

How large must the statue be

buildings are buried
like small ships

once floating
in a sea of sand,

-clay figurines walking

under the dome
that is brushed with sand

and wind and grass
that touches

two amputated legs.


Inspired by “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley


Corn Field


A house was parked
on a vineyard where

scarecrows frowned upon a funeral.

The mother said,
“And this is where you were made –”
pointing to the area


her legs.


That winter,
corn stalks
and cactus leaves


The child pictured
a machine

by wax and steel,

by jars of small glass eyes –


And he pointed to where
he buried a vessel

where the roots

of unseen cactus
could feast

on the young.


The Day I Left Candles At His Grave Sight

I think of him
every year on my
birthday –

He died of a stomach ache –

I remember how
I wrote poems and
plastered them on

the walls
as though they might

into a
thirteen-year-old boy.

I imagine how
his eyes

would be replaced
with small worlds,
his hands holding

desert sand and
sea grass

instead of
the usual
Indiana corn

and coffin nails.


Stones Are More Easily Thrown Backwards

Corpses are simpler to identify
in the spring. As horses

as glass, with broken knees
fractures of teeth

what little ivy they have eaten
that remains

in their digestion
in the grass

in the weeds
of the mirrors

of horses

of confetti

of coffins.