Come and see the blood in the streets.
This week, two poems. The war continues working, day and night.It inspires tyrantsto deliver long speechesawards medals to generalsand themes to poetsit...
the gods / who have changed the sky to fire
And she is also running from the godswho have changed the sky to fireand puddled the earth with skin and blood.She is running--my god--to us,10,000 miles...
You must wake up with sorrow.
Feeling better than I have in weeks because steroid inhalers work. Only able to get the steroid inhaler since I’m able to afford the out-of-pocket cost of...
your name / is a gift
Found poem, inbox:How to keep your media job / Your coupon expires today / You Still Have a Few Hours to Shop / How to Sleep Outside / TRESSPASSERS — Is it...
Let them not say: they did nothing. / We did not-enough.
2024, man. I would say we are once again at the point in the cycle where the outrage grifters misrepresent and misdirect for maximum clout and zero...
my ghost is my plus-one tonight.
Once you notice something like segregation, or bigotry, or the casual but relentless othering of certain groups, you never really stop. Sure, you can choose...
folks think / they’re saying nothing / when they’re saying the most.
Lots of planes this week, several time zones, not a lot of sleep. At the other end of one leg of it, family. Never straightforward, increasingly worthwhile....
Most mornings I would be more or less insane, /
Fragments I find myself returning to: At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this?And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all...
Slogging, wobbling, / wavering. Atilt / and out-of-sync
I’ve been absolutely walloped by whatever cold / flu / lurgy that is going around the city and have spent a majority of the past three days asleep. What I...
Someday / we will learn how to live.
Because I had a migraine and because I was busy, I didn't spend any time in the Kindle app reading any of the various books I'm working my way through. That...
the time shortens between where we are and where we are going
For a long time now, I've had all my various bits of search history turned off. Every time I go to YouTube it nags me that my "experience" would be improved...
But let’s get this straight. Let’s call a spade a— / Poor choice of words.
This year, like most years recently, I made no resolutions. Instead I chose a word and theme: play. So far that has meant: filling up a small sketchbook and...
It was summer all winter. / It was melting
Three friends in hospital in a week is surely three too many, you think, and then you remember the rest of the world. Breathe in, breathe out, be glad it was...
I’ll bite / the feeding hand until I’m fed / and buried.
We have reached the part of the US political cycle where presidential candidates start dropping out, but the books are still banned. We have reached the part...
They don’t appear to understand that . . . / If only they would make an effort
Someone I respect gave something up, something meaningful that mattered to them, did so quietly. Someone I have no public opinions about gave something up,...
fa / ll / s) /
I have been reading about colour, and about texture, and about shape. There are more elements in the formal canon, but these three (and absence, space,...
Here’s tae us. Promises / made to be broken, made to last.
There have been many rituals. In Trinidad, pig foot souse at midnight; scotch and coconut water; the kinds of friends you make once, if you’re lucky. In...
we make / our own magic
It’s all so messy – pine needles, tinsel, glass balls shattered, peace on earth Dark waiting: we make our own magic — Two Haiku for Advent by Kelly Belmont...
we all become curious
I am often thinking about BuzzFeed, about how it published poets and essayists, about how the reporters and editors there would review and recommend and in...
this deletion is / temporary.
It’s raining in New York, and it’s making the kind of steady, reassuring patter that you tell yourself sounds like night rain back home, that version of home...