River Dogs River folk have destroyed the bridge beneath an obsolete moon their dogs run wild lizards grasped tightly in their iron jaws beneath an iron moon the bridge yaws empty a tracery of absence where the bridge once existed dogs laugh into the throat of history observing the ongoing battle between freshness and salt jellyfish encroach […]Read more "River Dogs"
Sonnet for a Lesion on the Fusiform Gyrus I have lost her letters—the ones where she called me jellyfish and praised my soft hands. They are rotting somewhere in my old house: the ink bleeding into the folds of wide-ruled paper. I try to think of her face when my skin stings—burning from the inside. […]Read more "Sonnet for a Lesion on the Fusiform Gyrus"