Selected Poetry

This is a train with / cars: cigarette at the dining car

Hummingbirds // interrogate the feeder—a buzz / like bullets passes the ear.

Like coming upon the cliff's edge, / shocked by the height, having never / seemed to have climbed

Day broke, bankrupt, brought / only hints of morning, blue // and lunar through the / curtains.

Turning spears and arrows into sparrows / and setting them loose inside / the mirrored walls of the city’s / unerring ears.

It begins like sin / in the slow backwater and pools