Realization
25 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry
It was not the beach pea that moved
but the bee that moved the flower,
they proved that.
Another, though slower was the vetch…
Don't Forget Us
2 December 2003
Vol. 3, No. 4
poetry
Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.
With such surprises, anticipation should have them
humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet
that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.
Antibodies
2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry
Sick maybe, and if so yes for home, but not homesick,
that place where vast pastures continue as horizons—
but scared, and hoping as in a game with friendly players
they let you take back a wrong move. That something…
The Future We Can Name
2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry
Nothing is motionless, not the painted portrait
blinking while you're away
whose acids are discoloring buttons, whose frame
is oxidizing while moistening its eyes…
When the Story Opens
2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry
The ocean unfolds itself. The tongue stays put,
unreadable and needless.
We come to watch, speechless to the lake
where dragonflies dip their abdomens like brushes…
