Selected Poems

Hermaphropoetics (work in progress)

from Solitary Workwoman

Part 3: Fire Clay
from The Joe 82 Creation Poems

Selections from
I am the Babe of Joseph Stalin's Daughter

Not Be Essence That Cannot Be



                  Wild-Woman And The Heart Of Things


                                          the swollen        year
the single time         endless      falling down the night the
               awareness         of the death
                             of spreading leaves the
                         purged      spiritinevil poured
                     water        of horror

               what I did today     my mouth born 
           with such beauty I describe the source of 
       fishkill light

                      I Have Met The Spirit Before
                    near mountain-high flames

                & have ye seen the god with the leather-ball 
             sitting in the jealous circle?
                                            She was herself
                                            dead     on earth
                                            she smiled &
                                            threw off her
                                            shield/

                   possessed by the 
                   last existence   the next 
                   phase    of the shimmering 
                   heart of things

                                     /As if all
                                     the old structures 
                                     the decayed regions 
                                     not even a foul speck 
                                     on earth 
          captures the perpetual     springing world!  Selah,

                                     we are
                                     very tenacious/ 
                                     the prey in the maw 
                                     of the hyena 
                                     inspired by the song/ 
                                             of fury.

                            I received from my father

                 slow
                 drizzle                 great seriousness

                                 I have made the fluid burn!