Category Archives: Old Releases

pinesoot to ink wheatpaste to bind you ate our acres to shit that yard sign

I sold those records to afford a haircut for a job interview

Was there even sex before the ’96 Ford Taurus queered our windshields?

I was a born capitalist. My mom went into debt just having me.

You done me wrong. Like prose on a Scantron.

Oh, steady life. Plum pits cairn’d atop a cypress knee.

Your eyes Vince Carter in powder blue. The knee-socked looks I’d serve to you.

Dance studio at dusk. Masked ballerinas waiting For masked moms.

Yonder fallen branch appears a lizard or cat. I’m not holding your gun.

ants at the threshold heat lightning decides it needs what the clouds have

Pretending I had anyone to text. Smokers’ patio.

I left you with your shoulders stiff like the shelf of a crepe myrtle pruned.

a garbage truck arm paused at its apex / your face at the brink of thought

We’ll never really Bury letting hundreds of Thousands of us go.

a mere couch between your famous intimacy and my novel retreat

Class Daddy worships river-born debris and damns river-borne debris.

Fathers, sprinklers, false memories slake the worst from this mean solar day.

Now Church by the Glades, now Bank of the Ozarks, next Police of the Pines.

Wood grain marks change that no longer ripples. Instead we farm wind and wave.

y’all trying so hard to sink our dinghy while the yacht bears down on us

like hydrogen in water fearing oxygen, we split and vanish

With Rugrats and my grandparents gone, when will I hear Yiddish again?

backseat babies pressed by the songs our fathers sold to our mothers’ vans

My first decade was its last — a baton pass I thought I could handle.

in a recent book on our obscure uncle, we source basal ruin

now the oddest things in my dreams are just crowds, but I don’t wake safer

don’t let those bastards built of bluster and pinot tell you they’re trying

skip the microwave let coffee reheat coffee distance cure distance

The most amazing thing about a detail is it’s chosen. Oh boy!

What’s been between us when we meet: walls, time, self, tech, and now walls again.

Will you sing back when I’m retired, down-mountain and ever-denimed?

2 worry about death is 2 die twice but we gotta kill some time

but I’ll never be as clean as the pocket at the core of a bird

Dropped that oil coin and all waters of the state of Alabama rose

the town’s two fiddlers serve twelve bands and I can’t keep my thyme from browning

torn from the berm: a lawfully weeded wife, a legal gardenia

it’s night that falls but day that breaks and so you pay for all my mistakes

hard drying on a mattress that’s sponged the sweat of a thousand fevers

a letter arrives from where your lover is from: “Sorry. Best wishes,”

when I’m anxious, I consider the fluorescence of chickens and eggs

Weak tea. And using goat cheese, I paint my toast the color of goat cheese.

nuke drills, civil rights: we have to re-litigate too much in this life

Too poor for modern disco, so we blinked so hard, so fast we migrained.

things that cover ground: horse, guitar, hebrews, frost. some riffs just get lost.