Look here, says impatience,
A draft in the grove,
Path-side mire of black loam,
A hungry eddy the
Deep well of the backwood valley

A valve to draw me in,
Bodily, a sink-hole casting
One small spell of collapse

Mysterious Drowning by the Route 9 Access Road

The desire for my body
Is abundant in the food,

The flower’s unfolding
Stamped in the boot print —

Fulcrum

Rain just gone, the warm
sun warms the soil.

A far off bloom of
city lights blues the sky,
a world wiped empty.

Earthlight Dispositions

Autumn has called this
rugged child dog out of sleep
when the sun is still
just flexing her fingers.

The Night Guardsman

Starlight starlight a ringing
Round the lucent lip of evening,

These hours gathered from the
Long year’s nimble brethren

Starlight Starlight a Ringing

When that time comes,
  Your hour of surrender,
    Greet them fondly, for
  They do love you—

The television left playing
  Sports on extra channels,

The night-light singing
      My daughter to sleep.

Domovoi

I would freeze to death in a cloud.
I would do that. Fine, I’d say
As I felt the pressure loss.
Decorate me in your disco barbs —
White eyebrows are very becoming.

Jesse Miksic

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