nine ball

i am number nine i have been orphaned through a hole in the world’s pocket i am a fatality of the revolution a straight roller gone awry i am a yellow brain on a black … Read more

Downloading Groundswells

The nodding schedule of the world unencumbered exacted a diagram of freeze-free trees and glowing hair. Of wastrel gasses and canned contamination not a peep was heard, fences and walls withstained. Reality had a hardball … Read more

For Shore

A crowd appears, to peer at piers, and beseeches a beech at the beach, wheeling at the wail of whales. Going, gone, where escargot. Boats bode. Tides abide. Sand is the sentinel, snail, the trail. … Read more

Salted Bishop

Battered rook and powdered knight, salted bishop, set to fight. King and queen are in the castle. Leave the prawnlike pawns to hassle. In this world of sixty-four, refined moves define each score. Every route … Read more

Putin Tame

Olympic mountains hover after midnight on t.v., awaking western watchers with the threat of victory. The Russian peaks resplendent with a snow as white as ours belie a time when megatons, not ribbons, measured powers; … Read more

Operatic Static

The voicelessness of mimes in trees, like toilet paper hung on breeze, or choking back an ardent sneeze, the subtle change as droplets freeze, springs into life upon dead air, transmission interruptus there: where once … Read more