Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Eclipses of Poets

“The eclipses of
poets are not foretold in the calendar”

–Marina Tsvetaeva

Canyon Fire

Wildfire in Ferry canyon!
Greasewood burns like a match factory.
The fire walks up towards the canyon rim.
We drive the farm’s puny hose truck down to meet it.
It is like pissing into a live volcano.
People from surrounding farms arrive to help.
Finally a wind shift puts the country back to sleep.
Acres of new black scabs on
the stubble-skinned earth.

Hunting the Dinosaur Fish

We used to catch eight,
ten foot sturgeon,
before all the regulations.

The best white meat is sturgeon.

They took forever to die.
They can live out of water for days
unless you shoot them.

Time was we hunted
the dinosaur fish
although we didn’t call it that.


What Became the Bandersnatch?

“Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.”

—Lewis Carroll

By teas and seas and billowed charts
The beamish boy did sail about.
Exilerious did he lark
And wilder did he lout.

“Tis true, the ‘Wock, I did him slay!
His hide and hat I did procure
And Jubjub bird and Bandersnatch
Did also take the cure!”

To The Old Aztec Poets

You, Nezahualcoóyotl
You, Cuetzpaltzin

If the earth is the region
Of the fleeting moment

And jade and brown corn
And gold and the plumes of the quetzel

Are all fleeting as well
Let it still be said

I heard you chanting
across the ochered years

A Bag of Words

“We tortured some folks”
–Barack Obama

Like flying birds
We snapped as twigs

Covering our own heads
With a bag of words

(A Bag of Words was first published by the New Verse News)