Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Monday, February 28, 2011


Being good
            Being strong
                        Being true and truthful
a smattering scattering of belief.
Being is habit-forming
            a treadmill of tendency
                        and accuracy and passivity
                                    despite the creativity of everything.
Being being being
            each decision a consideration of history,
                        cursory theory, and composition
                                    or simply a carrying on of feeling, being.

Thursday, February 24, 2011


          Will get trained on you
like a follow-dog.
It will chase you
until you are ragged
and thinned out
like wick wire.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

beginning of a longer poem

What are you a veteran
            of which war resides in
the faint rise of your mind
            and which preposition
positions the gunshot the wakes you
            up in the midnights?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

kiddie rhyme

I can use language
any way I please:

grind down sidewalks
and string angels from trees

I can putty placenames
into ravines and avenues:

every place is my place
that I walk myself through

For every movement in a song
I write my own to pair:

what better way to spend my time
than grow and praise and share?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

project house

each room
           is a closet
storage for human heat;

Places where shade
            collects like mixing paint.
The materials of house structure-
            Wood, glass, brick, and metal pieces-
make for scattered, new sculptures.
            The body re-works every space it enters,
re-modeling, re-doing, re-working, realizing each room
for the first and hundredth time.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Vital records

Birth certificates
Death certificates
Marriage license

            Each of these cost $18 on the first floor of the Bayside Expo Center
            red, white, and blue paper bit-gripped by a toothed eagle stamp.
            My vital record is one Maia Nicole McPherson, birthed in winter.
            one paper and I realize that the vitality of records is false
            A living record is more complete What did I have for breakfast today?
            than certified words.

I keep thinking about the sun in the winter time

A grassy shindig,
laying haphazard
and bleeding youth
the day is both wasted
and won.  The spring sun
is still winding itself
like a clock and the long
winter sleeps beneath
new life.  How many
more days can I ask
questions of the
kid and kidding