Most people don’t like ghosts.
But everybody loves circus ghosts.
Circus ghosts may not remember
who they were in the real world or
what kind of car they drove.
But they remember their tricks.
They say: “Watch me juggle. I … Read on Macduff...
My people
We played with sticks for a while, my people
looking for wood that was strong and flexible,
turning it into specialized sticks.
Sticks for scratching
for digging out hard to reach
infected patches.
Then we made the Torah.
The pencil they gave me
The pencil they gave me
was covered with paint. I scraped at it.
Artisan, whole-leaf paint chips
dropped off
in spidery clumps.
And now I can see, it is an artisan pencil.
Made by a man in the mountains of … Read on Macduff...
Welcome
Welcome
to the Golden Age
of me flossing my teeth.
An upgraded Age of Reason
and now even the common man understands
that the pale dots
on my bathroom mirror
are just pale dots and not some grim portent.
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To you
To you who live in states that vote today I say: Happy voting!
only the blink
only the vertical blink-blink on the horizon
gives any sign of
all these emails
passing
in the blink-blink
night.
They are slippery too.
Teach a man to catch worms and perhaps
he will be fortunate enough
to find some worms.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps
they will elude him.
Because worms are crafty.
But give a man a worm, and he can split it … Read on Macduff...
Being a Goose
do you remember being a goose?
do you remember flying in pairs
your neck pulled long and straight
warm feathering into the wind
your boney beak bobbing
far out in front to beats
pulsed sideways
by your partner’s heart?
Paying myself in song
If I can
just just
make it
three
minutes more
three more
minutes
more
I’ll let myself
hear another
tune by
The New Pornographers.
Call the Water
Is it enough to call the water black to talk about the swirls, the crack in the floor of this Bay
That steams up sleep evaporating soaking into a newspaper headline till it has mighty heft
Is now a good… Read on Macduff...