not quite winter
November. The sky is missing: /
a stolen monument, a breach. Still, /
a few starlings litter the horizon: distant ...
Jennifer Moxley, “Behind the ...
Jennifer Moxley, “Underlying Assumptions” /
One is voluptuous, a study of desire the way it is opened. The pale throat /
of it offered or forgotten, the great ...
montreal, lcp agm 2004
I rimmed my eyes in black and wore plastic /
and metal around my neck. Sheri-D piled /
her hair on top of her ...
We brought you here already tired, /
my eighteen-month-old hunter-gatherer, /
soldiering through sand to forage / ...
and you /
opening after to my /
opening also /
your mouth /
breaks in less words, more life forms / ...
in the room of quartz
And in the room of quartz blooms /
nothingness which is a cemetery of crows /
each bearing a bright ...
two swimmers, belloram
There is a song for the dead /
and the drowned /
the tune of which I can’t remember, /
so many seasons from ...
my mother’s waltz
Crouched in the stairwell /
cloaked in shadows /
I watch my mother /
in the kitchen /