More on: Poetry

“Parable, / which is to say / not an allegory. An opportunity / for displacement.”

I went out to my car and brought back my old, / frayed road map of Kansas, and she followed / the unfolding as if it in itself were a miracle

She has lived / six years on planet earth, and like other / children of the storm has been advised, The horse will bring you home.

watch it… skim the floor / with its mouth / like a child looking / up to the lord

in the photo I had taken of him you can see how Mike’s face had gone and went

They’re installing blue lights in the laundromat bathroom. / Harder to find a vein that way, but the needle keeps / yearning into the body

Never did I think to thank whoever painted them— / give me horses, and I’ll thank the horses.

This earth, our only / This four cornered honeycomb / Flooded with nectar

how much labor, / exactly, to prepare a place adequate for God?

imagine a sleeping God / dreaming springtime: the dirt / coughing up its green, the old, / vacant throat reversing its / swallow