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 In The Windless Night


                                          tell       the
               doom      white
                         smile         forsaken

                                 O a thing    lonely

                               gizzard-grin

                                            head of a fractured
                 clown.    glaring   pale-green eye     zzz

                                     at the upper part
                             of the jaw

                                         drool    decay.

                   with mad hands    they HANG on    a compound

   of living
       death.         malice on the good name 
                      biting muscle-game 
                      elastic nether world 
                      come now, we must plan

                                              the planting.

       there is the fact of dancing in mid-air          flying
                        thru      the    light        like
                                 a rubber ball

                                               Because it's
           cool both halves    Scatter    the blast/

                                     beetles split to a
                 Primary Cell
                                        in the windless
                          night

                                             whatever
               is        protected       is unbroken     Not
         within the cavity
           between things          the poem of silence.