the long last century stuck like a fishspine in the           throat Advertisements

In the gap-toothed city you dream Green when all is Gray   Coal wind Corners   A busted chin Snow in birchcrook When does a finger freeze? At night sometimes in the pale Sheet of sky   voices In this gap-toothed city tracing Lampposts   stones Lurch and lunge of streetcar in Breath-fog   brittle twilight How many maps and […]

one long run-on sentence of winter smudged the stubbled landscape * (some of) what is & is to come :

Morning-peel this morning’s a Kirchner Plum a sack   fingers of prune and shadows How to stand   up In loneliness Question        I’m still           and looking The Kirchner sky this Kirchner To see yourself through   she wrote   to see yourself Through you have to not imagine     no Yes imagine    /imagine:         the way this morning […]

Stuck in a yellowed silence then simply stuck one post-catastrophe. Loves, leaves, that which was come apart in between. Colours now darker. Landscape other. Which worlds unsung which ones to come in that expanse the singular bloom: you: committed cadence of undoing. Some afternoons a wash of Flemish light flame-lined they flared across the iron […]  

My translation of Lutz Seiler’s story ‘Turksib’ was recently published thanks to the lovely folks at beautiful The White Review…you can read it here