RIVER STYX ONLINE
POETRY
“Little T Saw God at George’s” and Other Poems
“The way I’ve been living / I can’t hold the middle.”
“Birdseed Economy” and Other Poems
“When I was a child I believed / That each flake of snow that fell / Was a wish someone made over candles”
“Knight of Experience” and Other Poems
“‘I once knew and now / It’s I who keeps the cables warm.’”
Ash Pond-3
“The plant plan’s for it / to produce steam power / obfuscatory stacks cap / in place sunk expenditure”
Four Poems
“Who am I to say why her body-forward / stone shape fits so well into a cupped hand / and has lasted thirty-thousand years?”
“The Cosmos” and Other Poems
“Is that the miniature bulge of an island with one eye embedded / or a decapitated face floating along in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?”
“Little Children Riding Dogs” and Other Poems
“Oh my God I love the idea of little children riding dogs so much”
“Rawlings Conservatory” and Other Poems
“The ruffles of my dress split open / Like a flower, taffeta…”
“Asylum” and Other Poems
“Mother, the shipwrecked / are here and there. But / do you really think they have come”
Burial Practice II
“Then between us the passage faults underground.
/ Think: rooftop of a classic hotel hearing Marco Polo.”
Notes from the Understory
Then I close Judith Butler’s SENSES OF THE SUBJECT / after reading words that I remember as / “I feel only because I have been touched, I feel only on the condition / of being touched, I feel as an ‘I’ becomes a self.”
Becoming Still-Life in St. Louis
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
“Sanguinello” and Other Poems
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
“Apophrades” and Other Poems
“Freud says when you go to bed with someone / you are really going to bed with their parents,”
