Agriculture
-
after i’d returned
after i’d returnedfrom the blood rugged floors of elsinorewhen those harvestedby poison on the foil’s bladeby poison in the wine gobletwith the crop of maggots plantedi returned to the varnishedoakwood of a classroom in the leucorea resumed my consumption of the germ of luther’s philosophyit sprouts in me still it sprouts outinto the sermon i Continue reading
-
over the thawed soil oom scatters
over the thawed soil oom scattersa new generation of barley seedlike ashes of cremation fallenout of the wind it sinksdown the stages of mudand in the damp loam he intersa new generation of corn seedoom’s a busy undertaker Continue reading
-
i labour with the season in my spirit
Good morning: I thought I’d share a bit of the evolution of a poem this morning. In the process of drafting this up, I googled images of Early Modern European peasant women: This poem is the composite sketch of those women. The image that’s linked provide the eyes that are translated from the visual to Continue reading
-
the hipwaders
after you’ve movedthe pipes through the thigh deepdew and drops of riverwater hunched on the grassblades on the leaves on the cornhusks when you come in leavethem out Continue reading
-
i want the coffee
i want the coffee to come to my cup madeto be cherished and enjoyedlike a mother knitted sweaterso tell me always how mariaand the many who bringpails full of cherry babies pickedfrom coffee plantspour them outover the hundreds of thousandsthe millions who sleepalready in the bed made for them on the concrete pad patio under Continue reading
-
downstream
downstreamwhere the river moveslike reptilian skin moveswhere the old man’s* python water muscles under the skin movewhere water basks on the gravel riverbed between rising away pastures that leanupslope to the hilltopswhere beyond the lick of flood feedlots squat the bladders and the bowels of a thousand notwo three ten twenty thousand morecattle are emptied Continue reading
About Me
I have a day.
Jake's Flea Market 