"Too Dead for a Dog"

—for Peter Goedhart

Though my friend did say 
Exactly that about that up-

Side down bloated

Carcass as we drove past,

I wonder if he really believed

Something could be too dead;

I mean dead is dead and there’s

No too about it, though 

Strangely enough, his phrase keeps 
Running through my mind where 
It continues to keep me wondering,

Its strangeness too, too alive.

The Great Equalizer

Everything’s perfectly balanced—

Going out, you will leave just

As much light behind you

As you brought coming in.

Driven

edge of the ice

red

of the flower

blade

of the knife

of the road

the turning

harrow of

snow

"A sibyl, number'd in the world"

Recently received: Number 14 in Drew Kunz’s fine, ongoing Series; you can read more about Drew, his newsletter, and his many other artistic endeavors here.

To My Heart, Dead Set in Its Ways

Hear me out, however late

Or hard it may be—

Do not let my crime of not listening

Make you an accessory.