Entropy of Hours
Our bodies are falling back to dust
in an entropy of hours. Our teeth,
Reaching Land
On Pender Island, sunk within
the slow, coastal glacier of fog,
Under the Covers
Through the night’s silent fog, drifting
at the stem of the islands.
Returning to the City of the Flood
I have returned to the city of the flood,
where unsuspecting citizens still wait for the rain to cease
Whale of a Tooth
It took me under like a whale diving.
Such displacement from our sudden sundering,
Resurrected Skin
There was this one time that Christ
appeared in the midst of his friends
Heart of August
I dive through Summer on two thin tires.
Pillars of leaves and needles parse
Valley of Foxes
You have arranged
a valley, a home for foxes.
Van Slam
More Van Slam. I look very animated here. I don’t know why.
Hollow Longing
Winter would last if we would only
let our hollow longings lapse;
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Excerpt from Sonnet XC of Pablo Neruda’s 100 Love Sonnets
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Death of a Woodcutter
Ravens are sweeping down the line of trees,
diving into a fog that