transit (2008)

for Dorothy

how can you say goodbye to all
your kindred at once? sometimes
the emotion must be sung, be
sounded darkly. this time it is
someone in proximity, another
glass broken, one in whose clear
chamber you held this liquid to
the light, as if answers could be
held that way. her words must
keep moving, tongue of fire, will
not pause for you, lick of the blade –

sinewave (2009)

The tomb within the green rise of earth
is the pregnant belly of the goddess,
where the newly dead are sown
to be born back to the sun.

Coming soon: otoliths 12

Some more publication news just in: Mark Young will be publishing two of my things (some prose vignettes entitled Seven Concentrations, and a short poem called faulty) in issue 12 of otoliths, which for my money is one of the web's premier experimental text/art journals, featuring poetry, vispo, prose, visuals and other forms of madness.

I also had a couple of poems featured in issue 9. Thanks to Mark for finding room for my work.

The Cartier Street Review

Just received word from Bernard Alain that three of my poems (I will not carry, Mid-city meditation and For Edwin) will feature in the next edition of The Cartier Street Review.

I recommend checking out the poems and articles in the journal's archives - there's some great stuff.

haiku (2009)

the morning after:
half-finished tumbler of scotch,
a moth floating dead

formulation

"If any human activity is sacred it is the formulation of thought in clear speech." - attributed to Ezra Pound in Noel Stock's The Life of Ezra Pound.

Below: Ezra Pound by Wyndham Lewis.