The Cosmic Word Laboratory

I spit out the bulb of my voice And it grew to a flower A daffodil streaked with Blues With leaves like piano keys. I spit out my voice...

I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too?                          -Emily Dickinson Fame is for what we are programmed. Fame...

I twirl the plastic ring from the milk Around the surface of the table. The day is dark with fog through the picture window My reflection...

I remember your breath. I remember breathing. I remember yes. I remember good-bye And good-bye And good, so much good. Poetry coats w...

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...