here's a selection from my book-length poem "Ghost Snow 2 (Unwinding)," forthcoming from Chax (the formatting comes out more or less ok on laptops, but not on tablets or phones, sigh)

straggled creosote drowsing a little a little awake, hopped in a little wind, & twinkling yellow burr buds

cloudless sky intenser blue wha . . . ?

it’s a jackrabbit!

sproings into the brush careens sharp right gone under the dragging mesquite cover kicking up gravel

O spellchecker fuck off

jumpcut

hunkered white cottontail fuschia first buds on a couple small prickly pears up on Hohokum corner of Montezuma where the gringos planted their flags

Tacita Place

better put soap in your mouth

toilet breath

meanwhile the palo verdes thrash in wind

& some rocks

the smallest sprout shows there is really no death

(your description here)

earwax samadhi

lolled into the buzz on St. Dot’s porch, afternoon buzzing heat

and for several days thereafter, faintly: buzzing ears? faint faraway caw of a crow or a couple crows?

or ears? leading you down or out or in

to where there’s almost nothing, bzzz zzz zzzzzzz bzz

an ice cave a million miles thick

or the summer re-run

bzzzz I cannot see what flowers are at my feet something something the pastoral eglantine

then the murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves

please tell my mother and father not to worry

why don’t you tell them yourself

ok

after great pain a formal feeling comes then bzzzzz zz zz

and the heart opens

don’t worry mom and dad

Case 341

or 778: what deed is theirs

unto the general nature--

what plan

they severally—retard--or further

unknown

then a couple other things

1 2 the night was blowing the stars around the sleeping bag

this is the story

I’d stepped out to pee under the night’s fierce sky

like a giant invisible flapping tarp

“the wind was thrashing the stars around”

we’re not fucking around here Tenney

I rushed back inside slid back in the bag to hide

but the wind and the scattered stars sneaked in there too

so I lay there inside along with the violent night

lie quíet Yvor

not feeling entírely exempt and protected

isn’t that how it is you used to say

and : it augurs transformation

When Dongshan was leaving, Yunyan said, “If you leave, it will be difficult for us to see each other again.” Dongshan replied, “It will be difficult for us not to see each other.”

& another time

I don’t want to lose my mother I said

you said : there’s no place for her to go :

can you feel that