Always a man fallen deep in the wood– a man not for us to know. At dusk, his wounds catch fire.   from Unfounded (FutureCycle Press 2015)

Find here and here in Claudius Speaks (Issue 5, January 2018) Seneca (detail from Exile)

First appeared in Tar River Poetry (Spring 2011) Playing House

First appeared in  The Worcester Review (Volume 34, 2014) What to be made of sparrows stuck   in the throat? What to be made of the girl  … Read more “Verum and Factum, after Giambattista Vico”

First appeared in Heavy Feather Review (v. 3.4/Vacancies, February 2015) Four men were carried forth by the prevailing winds. The winds formed a face we have done… Read more “Division of Labor”

First appeared in Caketrain (Issue 7, 2009) In the house there were men living like lemurs, lemurs living like men. The house called attention to itself in… Read more “The Lemur House in Opposition with Itself”

First appeared in The Boiler (2013), rev. 2015 MOTION IN A PATH TO MYSELF I grip the sudden memory and fade against the insane star. I stuff… Read more “Motion in a Path to Myself”

First published in Vestal Review for Magic Mondays series (August 14, 2017) With so much time on his hands, he looked out: the moon. It had no family.… Read more “Meanwhile”

First published in The Offbeat (Volume 17, Spring 2017) They called him Pescuetti. None could recall if he had ever called himself such. Yet as one called… Read more “Excerpts from the Life and Sayings of Pescuetti as Told by Aron of the Lowlands”