American Sycamore
did they forget / the vibration / of our throats / humming / in the shade?
True Story
The #MeToo movement sweeps through the academy, then through American Buddhism, and back.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (5)
O sleepless wives of Mount Sinai, do you fear your dangerous proximity to the sun?
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (4)
In the dream I bury my father in the swamps of Florida, that empire of shithead tourists.
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (3)
O father, O hunter, bury me in the casket of your eye. Tonight I sleep against a pile of survey stakes
ECH(O)-TERRORIST (2)
Zoning tape and timber ruins in a landscape: how pretty goes the night, how pretty go the stars like a thousand cigarettes thrown from the hand of a diesel truck driver speeding down one of America’s gutted highways.
A Theory of Forgiveness
Orange [a president...
…and now a vice-president
who just got the taste of segregation
out of his mouth after fifty years
sweeps through South Carolina
What If Martin Luther King Could Do It
I know it’s unfathomable to see
after the way we’ve anointed him
patron saint of peace
prophet of nonviolence
Hard Waitress
The viper pit discovers its arms,
slaps and grabs. Sibilant lout-suave words. Once, Haze got moccasin-bit
as a child—she still tastes venom in her mouth
My Mother Tries to Teach Me About Cars
If a man offers to help you
carry something heavy to your car
flex your biceps and say no thanks.
My Two Cents
Here is a grain of salt, a pocket full of posies, ashes,
crumbs for retracing our steps (if only we could), or better
Dawn and Dead Cherries
In a nearby field, the cherry trees
go dizzy with their own sweet juice,
get drunk on their own bloodstream.
Falling in the Direction of Up
it occurs to me now that two hands
holding each other almost make a wing
THE LIL' CLOUD FACTORY
OK, so they were right: it’s not financially viable. We put an ad in the local paper, but no one has any interest in purchasing our Franco-Austrian cloud machines.