My Outside Voice

this year will make crones of us all & write down new addresses on scraps of junk mail & receipts autumnal bears that sing to crows...

For Shawn millions of tiny exiles like eggs at creeks edge my heart is an eastern city overlooking demonstrations graffiti disrupts its...

Oh Me, Oh My they made blues for these times too to sing far for to fly all things have an ending grace through screen life to a new...

for John words scant as groceries & turn to buy tea in merciful order i always craved this silence where starlings fade into the lead...

scream as a whisper i am tongues of dirt your great-grandmother carried under her nails from vanishing parish halls i tell jokes to the...

i want to hate my first language declensions of oppressors assimilated reasons my great-grandfathers made to leave home where lullabies...

lover wears my armor my tools vocabulary of muscle gesture this grumpy man's wit but embattled script on arm left with overstock options...

it's not about making sense of the last fifteen minutes or ten years ago i'm afraid of americans of misspelled histories i pity americans...

before the needs of those next to you costume your daydreams before worries like baseball cards are what boys collect before white ladies...

stay ironing is an act of grief rocking itself an ordinary infrequency proper respect smile grasp hands wrapped in ghost blankets stay...

Fire Sale i can’t watch awkward moments something to do with the law of returns or the rule of threes or compartmentalization at least so...

pleaseandthankyou the numbers, please with god's blessing & bloody mist lost to alleyways all the strings at the station play to rattle...

holidays are motherfuckers limbless, she greets us elliptically with no mention of sentences who now must re-read letters to catch the...

i am a ten year old's idea of snow unsettled anticipation falls on what i remember to be ponderosas so silent heart thrusts straight into...

in the skin of everyone but me what likeness arrives six-way interection in a foreign city before map quest bustling underground in so...

every morning my private profession of love

we fell into bed like a fistful of yarrow stalks reading one another's scars like palms

i wish to live a life of intention i wish to cultivate compassion & mindfulness in myself & others

-Pittsburgh, NH this river is that white room absolution of failures community of minnows scurry to and from as if attraction was a light...

pray like woodsmoke in the rain suggestion of warmth in the distance work the work crows sewed into your heart rub your hands 36 times at...