THE MEMORY OF WATER It can be demonstrated with thermo- luminescence: the salt solution retains knowledge of what it once held, though nature, though logic would tell it otherwise. Dumb as a bedpan, the hydrogen bond remembers the lithium, the sodium chloride no matter …
WHITE NOISE Listen. How the wind whispers our secrets. How a light rain will speak any language. –from American Fractal first published in Poetry Midwest
AMERICAN FRACTAL We are like two chasms, a well staring up at the sky –Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet two mirrors face each other my hands over my face the porcelain soap dish an …
SADDLED Love is a horse, all sweaty suede and lean muscle, heart bigger than its head. Love is a dark horse, the unexpected silhouette, the anti- man’s empty field—no shadow unattached as darkness clings to light like a dead horse. Look: I can make a dove with both hands. Now a dog, a horse, an …
AFTER HOPPER Nighthawks, 1942 She says that everything is after Hopper. That posh hotel—you looked about to slap her, but never did. Sometimes she’d wait at night in her blue robe, face folded like the note you didn’t leave crumpled in a coat pocket. Sometimes she’d stand in broad daylight, naked …