7/7/13
A high dark window
that does not coincide with
any inside room.

3/24/13
Dusk's slippage. The trees
gesture more intently. Snow
pours from the street lamps.

2/7/13
Then one day humans
will be nothing more than a
story told by dogs.

1/11/13
"Orion's great stance,"
a cowboying memory,
before he knew me.

12/15/12
New Mexico night,
tail lights float in the deep black
like animal eyes.

8/26/12
Under trees weather
reverses. It never rains;
It's always raining.

7/1/12
What else can we do
but call out to each other
as we fall and fall.

6/27/12
Kitchen light at dusk
reflected in the window,
hangs, floats, in the tree.

6/12/12
Jokes are not funny
anymore, and cleverness
has lost all value.

4/1/12
On a morning run,
I felt my real face, tiny
electric pinpricks.

1/24/12
I am done talking;
When a word comes to my mouth
I'll just hiss and spit.

12/13/11
This reptilian
and strange animal, beneath
personality.

10/3/11
Pain is bearable
and unbearable both; It
only exists now.

9/3/11
Some days people are
grotesque, and I can't say if
it's glass in my eye.

8/17/11
When I was younger,
I could live whole lifetimes in
the span of a year.

5/27/11
A one beat pause in
the rain on the car as we
pass under the bridge.

6/28/11
Life is fabulous;
The sidewalks shimmer and the
sky is too, too blue.

3/6/11
Deep in the bathtub,
I hear my heart, like wingbeats,
like feet on a stair.

12/4/10
A little campfire,
a respite from the cold dark,
and terror of stars.

8/6/10
There's a pill that can
lift away emotion, so
that the world is still.

7/24/10
Coming home, the sky
swells, we are each in ourselves,
and always, lightning.

6/9/10
In the light of the
booklamp, your ear is a moon,
you, the universe.

5/28/10
Crumpled in my purse,
the directions to your house
emerged a small poem.

5/12/10
You and me, sleeping
like animals, as one warm,
slow breathing body.

3/31/10
Spring is dangerous.
With all the blustering, smiles
start looking like teeth.

2/20/10
The rain has me in
an erasing mood, wet streets
and traces of things.

1/21/10
As dusk falls, the room
shrinks. I am huge, and it is
the size of my eye.

12/17/09
Closeness makes strangers.
My lover, my own children,
are unknown to me.

11/25/09
It's about that first
shudder, like a deep inner
door, closed by the wind.

10/23/09
At night sounds change their
meaning. Sirens, barking dogs,
have a quietness.

10/5/09
I like how, when the
wind is right, the train passes
right by my bedroom.

9/28/09
Learning stillness, how
sounds, light, exist in layers,
how they peel away.

9/21/09
Circling these blocks, space
folds on itself, collapsing
hotel, laundry, bar.

9/1/09
This syrupy heat
will stone you. Slow clarity
and pigeons nodding.

8/27/09
How can anyone
say they know themselves? Do they
find themselves that small?

8/24/09
It's not some languid
and boozy idyll. The blues
will eat you alive.

7/21/09
Insecurity
masks my arrogance, others
are the opposite.

7/13/09
This heat, dead quiet,
ominous and familiar,
dream slow, like drowning.

4/7/09
I am too drunk to
kill myself, whiskey, my friend,
gentle protector.

4/3/09
The wind is such a
bully. It won't lay off and
I can't leave the house.

2/22/09
I resent others,
their seeming ease of being,
naive confidence.

2/13/09
I heard you singing
in the shower this morning.
You claim I dreamt it.

1/21/09
I'll admit that I'm
spooked by all of this new hope
and optimism.

9/15/08
That animal fear
we share...some terrible lapse,
manifest in dreams.

8/22/08
Well I'm terrified
of the day a cliff edge proves
irressistible.

6/2/08
Sometimes I just wish
that all the appliances
would shut the fuck up.

3/25/08
Spring's weird energy,
sloughing off the old. I am
afraid of myself.

1/8/08
When I'm by myself
I don't have to prove to you
that I'm doing fine

12/21/07
I never wanted
safety, just the curve falling
always off the earth.

10/31/07
It's impossible
to keep anything ordered,
to keep myself clean.

10/14/07
Knowing one place so
well you feel sick on leaving,
alone when you're home.

9/8/07
Living in this place,
you get to hating the sun,
covet darkness, storms.

9/7/07
Just letting it go,
even this thought, and these words,
this little poem.

8/30/07
No utopias
for me, I'm terrified to
think of your clean world.

8/17/07
So afraid of loss
that even old enemies
become like lovers.

8/12/07
A change...dry air and
drawing out through October
long second summer.

8/7/07
From outside it looks
romantic, but here it's all
confusion and fear.

8/4/07
It is so like me
to sleep late, just so I can
see a bad dream through.

7/30/07
To remain open,
despite what we want, or fear,
despite what we know.

7/25/07
It's not easy to
just be, even with the rain,
its relief, at least.

5/17/07
On some days silence
is better. Talking, talking-
the cancer of words.