Dog Song

Make me write like a dog
gnawing a bone. Not anger,

but that animation, that knowing
focus and breath. The just as easy

letting go,
down into the dirt,

what I will pick up again later.
A language of champ

and chagrin.
Clacked poetry.

Make me another mouth
jerked around

this broken piece
of life.

Channel Surfing | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Channel Surfing

after Forrest Gander’s ‘Deadout’

I.

Procure his bone-dry clay & burnish,
synchronous glide and precision.

Red Eared Slider stares beyond aquarium rim,
four feet shy of two from shell to carpet.

Aspen drum, synesthesia’s sunflower.
What are …

Measured Form | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Measured Form

The children have left the red ball
disintegrating in the backyard.
Half-gone, it’s a dimpled dome

for dead grass, brittle and yellow—
Even the cows would pass if it were …

Ars poetica | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Ars poetica

& the trees gleam wetly under the luminous clouds

& through a water-ribboned window a child draws pictures

& the child draws the man as a winter tree with the moon above

& …

Rabbit Skin Pelt | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Rabbit Skin Pelt

I recalled for the therapist a rabbit skin I bought
At summer camp, at the camp trading post,
When I was nine or ten using cash my parents
Sent with …

[On the one side] | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

[On the one side]

On the one side
there are hummingbirds
plucking secret fruits
from the tongues of foxgloves
& a shimmering woman
who yawns like a cat
in the day bed of a