books

• crush
• war of the foxes

poems (alphabetical)

• a primer for the small weird loves
• birds hover the trampled field
• blue nudes
• boot theory
• detail of the fire
• detail of the hayfield
• detail of the woods
• dirty valentine
• dots everywhere
• driving, not washing
• ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon
• glue
• i had a dream about you
• landscape with a blur of conquerors
• landscape with dark coats in snow
• landscape with fruit rot and millipede
• landscape with several small fires
• litany in which certain things are crossed out
• little beast
• logic
• lovesong of the square root of negative one
• meanwhile
• planet of love
• portrait of fryderyk in shifting light
• road music
• sad dictionary
• saying your names
• scheherazade
• seaside improvisation
• self-portrait against red wallpaper
• snow and dirty rain
• still-life with skulls and bacon
• straw house, straw dog
• the dislocated room
• the field of rooms and halls
• the language of the birds
• the museum
• the mystery of the pears
• the painting that includes all painting
• the stag and the quiver
• the story of the moon
• the torn-up road
• the way the light reflects
• the worm king's lullaby
• three proofs
• turpentine
• unfinished duet
• visible world
• war of the foxes
• wishbone
• you are jeff

journals on harriet

• day one
• day two
• day three
• day four
• day five

spork press editor's pages (chronological)

• ornithopter
• love from a distance
• black telephone
• the long and short of it
• with all my road
• broken/unbroken
• meet me at the page where
• glitch
• the definitive version
• six point goodbye
• close parenthesis
• the sticky part

favourite quotes

• "you wanted happiness, i can't blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you're not miserable." seaside improvisation
• "wanna make a monster? take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they're across the room. it's too ugly to be human. it's too ugly to be you. children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. adults are afraid of themselves." editor's pages: black telephone
• "tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. these, our bodies, possessed by light. tell me we'll never get used to it." scheherazade
• "...i love you sideways daily. sideways because i have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you." editor's pages: the long and short of it
• "you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what i say or love me back. i'm not really sure why i do it, but in this version you are not feeding yourself to a bad man against a black sky prickled with small lights." litany in which certain things are crossed out