Last Bender

THE MACHINE WILL NOT STOP lifting nor the light wilt new things the crank case full of speed is black with grease jaw piston locked to the street restless reconnaissance menu magazine disk fish tank stocked with bug eye bloats dayglo dorsals on the beat it will not stop though dry gears squeak and bolts [...]

Jackson’s Hole The murdered woman is a muse Whom Jackson sees above the sound And hears in footsteps on the floor Of sand below and sand above The treetops beat the ground But Jackson won’t mind the wind He has to go tonight his tune Like a drowned man’s croaked By crows and jays through [...]

Frank O’Hara was not the first poet I read, but he was the first poet i read whom I felt was speaking directly to me in and through a world I knew intimately and in a language I knew how to speak. I didn’t need to analyze, translate or interpret what he was saying; he [...]

Now that I’ve finished Endangered Species I can begin to read a little fiction again. Since my early twenties I’ve avoided fiction while writing stories because I am such a language sponge. Great stylists are deadly to me. Josh used to quote Joyce Carol Oates at me. It’s like getting hit over the head with [...]