The Deformities In My Typewriter
The aborted poems I deserted inside my Underwood typewriter crawl underneath hammerhead letters. They never left the metal womb of their creation. As Samuel suckles milk only Susan […]
Susan’s Delivery
One season after my wife died, Mailwoman Susan delivered a monkey to my home. “Who’s this from, Susan?” “It’s from me. I’m retiring and I want to give you a […]
Native
In the kick-my-teeth talk between space and gravity, my brain undulates against the rhythmic kick of Jupiter’s spin tossing about orbiting oceans by the girth of her magnetic field where […]
The Year Before I Left For Mars,
I cupped Kansas soil in my harvest hands. Now on Martian land, skin-to-soil contact is never authorized as hominid microbes would tarnish this crimson signature. I am […]
Transplanted
I trip on sidewalk trash next to an overfilled can at Ruby and 38th. In this Mosswood neighborhood, I pay water and electricity and rent to breathe in a […]
In the Fire Afterlife,
the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, the Great Boston Fire of 1872, and the Great San Francisco Fire of 1906 crowds the chemical space of My Great-Grandma’s Kitchen Fire […]
Dogs and a Baptist Church
populate my north Oakland neighborhood where I habitually walk my rat terrier Batman and his spiky ears in still-forming dawns. Last week, as we slid past a locked gate […]
Dear Yesterday’s Imagined Future,
Interview with Keith Gaboury Q: Poetry and the sciences are often placed at odds with one another, whether they are truly all that fundamentally opposite or not. What drew you […]
Lost Cat
I read my horoscope in coffee grains. With my pulverized future in my denim pocket, I go out walking. At West and 37th, in front of Spokeland, I spot […]
East Oakland Bus
At MacArthur and Maple across from Diamond Market where the beer and smokes preach my name, I jam myself onto a 57 outbound within a swath of wedged bodies. On […]