Selected Poems

Splinters / Dark Streets (2007)

from Five Weeks (2007)

Stop motion time is
blank stop motion and the will
is slow and broken
parts that lock at bad angles
like limbs in odd place–
–s jutting to completion
at the tips of square
clouds heavy with rain that block
the stars and moonlight
on an otherwise clear night
where my thoughts should skip
but now sink as round pebbles
on a wind-blown lake
without water; frozen in
the mountain’s shadow
as motion stops time
is blank.