‘Outer Space Love Letter’ and other poems
The eye is a time machine. / Out here we age slowly Read
The eye is a time machine. / Out here we age slowly Read
I FEEL ALIVE INSIDE THIS WINDY AUTUMN DAY Read
but when asked what I mean to you you didn’t blink once Read
Flying an airplane is much like playing a videogame—there is the sensation of controlling something much larger than you are Read
& all of your hungers will stalk the vaulted corridors of your body. Read
As for slumber, I am certain it exists in horoscopes. Or dreams sometimes. Read
I received eight gold coins and 350 experience points. “Uh huh.” My girlfriend sighed over the phone. Read
Because to huddle so close to another player in this game is to set yourself up for death Read
Lying on the ground, looking up, it occurs to me that Joyce was right: “You could die just the same on a sunny day.” Read
Once the timer runs out, Henry will look at the bucket and say I TUGGED AS HARD AS I COULD, BUT NO MILK CAME OUT! Read
Miracles creep over the land. I have seen cannonballs halt in midair and fly back into cannon mouths. Read
I shot them bodiless, a bunch of vapors in the cool. So it continued: new raptors, ghost bricks, a face on four stems. Read
They’ll ask to fashion a trellis from third & fourth ribs on your left side (hey! listen!) Read