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wingpoems 

another museum evening
flatworm
elizabeth and bob
von Trapp Family Strangler
fix my brother you goddamned bore
habitable region around a dwarf star
pulmonary
koninginnedag
power and might
lost and alone II 
the way moments are squandered
dogged
who do you think we are
extravagance
whoever you are forgive me
ascent to base
8th grade science outrage
what i won't do
the mandelbrot set
i saw a school of tuna
i'll need more convincing
forgive my politics
stop pulling that goddamned dog
exodus
sadness of the animate
a time of large and small adventure
changeling
i saw your first wife on the bus
chain gang
cradle tune
as i become less likable
the sale's girl's giddy doppelganger
chance of mist
thinking about my last hour in the world
a cloud of gnats in summer air
what is this Earth kiss?
a cloud of gnats in summer air
tilt your head back
light bulb specialist
pampered
something in the kitchen is dying
we dream in a winsome swoon
L is for the way you look at me
NASA rules
so very alive
i have anger like a highly polished gem
a lump of grape jelly drops to my khakis
what if he'd known
steam and fire
older woman waiting for a ride on Sunday
with a bang
looking back at the surprise attack
cheyenne gully
song for us
the woe dynasty

big sun in an empty space (for tim)

murderer hair

heavenly jeweller misplaces crimping pliers

a cloud of gnats in summer air

a lump of grape jelly drops to my khakis

a man so covered with bees

a multi-colored pigeon

age is just a number

air is drawn into us by a fluttering membrane

an infinitely finite number or number set

as I become less likable I can clearly visualize 

back to school night slumbering parents

big sun in an empty space throws cold light

bright blue-breasted bird with a laughable mohawk

by lamplight everything looked strange

despite the brief and lilting feeling of uplift

don't unscrew your gloves while outside the vehicle

Elizabeth (not your real name) we were kissing

forgive me, whoever you are

green grow the lilacs

he began to conceive of the end

he has a past, a backstory

he struck out in the direction of home

I have anger like a highly polished gem

I saw a school of tuna 

I saw your first wife on the bus

i see a long journey a pale ribbon of road

I was thinking about my last hour in the world

I’ll put it this way

i’m not going to eat around strangers

I’ve found my place in the cosmic order

is it the dwarf star that collapses

it’s as if there were a cumulus of sadness

light can be both particle and wave

mans’s best friend is an expensive afghan hound

morning sun paints the low mountaintops 

my cubicle colleague calls out

my dear stumblebum child 

my light and my life

my visiting mother-in-law brought home

she asked me what a cloud feels like

she was all midwestern jawbone

some nights I’m possessed of a demon energy

something in the kitchen is dying

summer nearly two thirds gone

the way moments are squandered

the young couple walks stooped

this morning I pushed rinsed romaine

though frequently shining

though god sees mostly through and inside us

tilts his head back

tiptoeing past my middle-passage

unfamiliar breeze heralds the coming of dusk

universe, omniverse, reversible four dollar belt

we mobilized early

we’re all of us warm

what is it, I'll tell you what it is

what is this geologic crawl

when he boarded he saw

woe the wand’ring little cloud

you’ve seen murderer hair

carp diem

bee-covered man hit by dump truck

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