secret wedding is the first place winner of the Jane Press Poetry Award ‘05
and i now live on grand street.
The Secret Wedding
The Bodhi Tree, Sarnath, India
No one knows this place,has ever seen the marblecovered in mustard oiland carnation petals, has felt the hot breathof the many armed god, has ever laid themselveson wood set on […]

surely the humfrom the touching lips of a pair of bees

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I like things in boxes.Cut out bluebirdsfrom a vintage book,their glittery beakstap ivory notes of song, magnets cling together in positive like,honeysuckle pressedbetween the pages of two poems.
And then, the bow of the violin,one wiry thread gone awry,your lips, flushed color ofadagio #9, the blue armsof morning to hold us tight,the night’s litany written onnew […]

after “The Yellow Christ” Paul Gaugin
His arms cannot hold her because they are nailed to wood.
His arms cannot reach out for her because they are nailed to wood.
His cannot see her because his eyes are closed to withstand the pain.
In the fall of this scene, bodies of yellow hills become human, longing desire for […]