untitled

May 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

the rhubarb

leaves sagging off

the lawn chair

 

 

 

untitled

May 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

the crow busts out his fake-ass patois

 

 

astronaut

April 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

there’s just one

body and it happens

to be yours

 

 

PETER YOVU from Imago

April 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

For Beauty I Wept Butterfly Pins

 

 

a small bird’s

thud against the glass

 

my house

closing in

 

 

spiraling

into an ear’s

galaxy

the wren’s inch

 

 

grackles gather

the enamel sound their beaks make

 

in my mouth

 

 

in a cave

 

the remains

of tiny toads

 

the little bones

in my ears

 

ring

 

 

jagged sky

above the canyon

 

a crack in the egg

 

 

the sky’s blue gong an orange in my hand

 

 

 

Ornithopter Press 2016

http://www.ornithopterpress.com/

 

gathering

April 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

the preponderance

of my groceries

blue and brown

 

 

 

haiku

April 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

#345

 

underwear:

long/division

architecture, or so

 

from A Hundred Years of English

 

 

untitled

April 9, 2016 § Leave a comment

the crow says my oeuvre weighs a ton

 

 

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