–Ecrit par L’Automate de Maillardet     From the long view, the wetlands stun me—                 patches of long grass sway like dauphinesses lost in a troubadour’s …

How is it you can explain their living here with me, leaning On their cellos, doleful and plenty. In my single-person tax-bracket of one alive, there are more Living here with me not alive Than …

There are many unplanned ways to say goodbye: stealing away, making a show, lying drunk and intertwined in lawns. Against the washing machine in our friends’ sunroom, this may be the last time I …

I love you so much I want to bury my fist in your chest. Eleventeen. Nico Alvarado teaches middle school in Colorado.

You want to know what it was like? It was like my whole life had a fever. Whole acres of me were on fire. The sun talked dirty in my ear all night. I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing …

If white noise meant any shade other than the stone dark of / a closed eye, you would / remember that a hammer can also build, a shoulder can also / hold, nightshade can wake, / you would remember …

Gulf Shores, Alabama. The sun spun in its flaming sphere, light-belching charioteer. I was pale and in the ocean, naked but for a swimsuit and a snorkeling mask...

London is an international idea and a historical fact and a little piece of our youth like a stallion which stood about for some years standing still within those some years …

  In fact, wir sein ready, Was das anconzernt. —Kurt M. Stein, Die Schönste Lengevitch , 1925 being on an island, having a child, writing, and having a child as the reverse of insularity, namely: …

Got to be starting              some thing. My father used to                                  catch and …

Slower & slower & then, for one/ Whole month, it spun so fast/ It was impossible to be jealous/ Or afraid or lost. Pants flew/ Off of strangers. Lapdogs floated/ Away, zigzagging …