The Cosmic Word Laboratory

I am quite in love with the sun today It shatters the iceberg's surface into diamond And slicks it with sweat. The heat gets to the c...

A Complaint Oh, Atlas We must have a conversation You hunch there, tensed and groaning. Why do you hold it up, I wonder, After all ...

Mary, I Sitting, full as the moon Holding this cousin-boy Forerunner to my son Days tick by as fast as a clock, As slow as lake freezin...

I think like a river flows All Down Hill That flow through murky trenches, those places where I hide That is my self-made prison. I h...

Strange how our hands meet Unison lines but different at the tips (Mine smoothed over, yours stress-eaten) Even our names are echoes We ...

Existing I exist In the creases of his grey pants In the tiny half-moon clippings at rest in the blue garbage can I exist In the nee...

Dearly Beloved We are gathered here Doing what we best love at home But to which we never get. Fenced in by words, crawling like ants A...