Owl

I was always
I was owl's ways
I was aloe's ways

those where the owl's days,
                    the good owl's days.

The Super Blood Moon

A star tears
its way through

the terraplane
screaming its purple

and orange wound
into the flesh of Orion.

The stone dogs
of the prairie stand

like chess pieces
on the infinite face

of the high plains.
An unidentified hawk

spirals into the raven-strata.
Beneath the poplar's eye,

the stag-mass is jutting.
When the moon purges

into the valley,
and the sagebrush

howls

in the berserk
armored wind,

the hunter is the one
with his face torn to sky.

The Cave of Fabric: A Manifesto of Geological Consciousness and Animal ...

Zone of Mouth

When I was
a boy I went to Mammoth

Cave.

I cannot write
the story.

In order to sing this song
I have to go

astral,

      I have to return to stone.

September

I can feel
the hen of the woods

aching beneath
the oaks back home.

*
It's good
to know you miss me.

Space Cat

The space cat is here.
The spaces between the cat.

I catnot write anymore, so

a few line
                     breaks

and I'm space.

Spiritwalker

I'm not sure

      I will ever be
      able to roam

      through the graveyard
      looking for stones

      which mark the bodies

                I know.

Elk Mountain

I can't just
take these coyote

teeth,
split down the center,

and make
them into a necklace.

*
The skull is fragmented.

White Mountain

Something pawed
at this stone.

This stone
where bodies open.

The Birder

My head is spinning around
trying to find the damn bird book.

What is this hawk!?

Twenty Something

You walk the crescent

moon of a Michigan road,

lunar thresher.

The fabric of fields,

the body of a coyote,

a deer perhaps

floating in the spoon

of a small lake.

Will skeletons rise

to greet you?

Cut a hole in the ice.

*First appeared in Arsenic Lobster 2014 Poetry Anthology 

The Elk Cyborg

My ecotheory and ecopoetics of the Hominid Birthing and The Elk Cyborg is now available at Tract/Trace: An Investigative Journal.

The Elk Cyborg and the New Supermoon

My ecotheory and ecopoetics of the Hominid Birthing and The Elk Cyborg is to be published in Tract/Trace: An Investigative Journal this coming Friday. Listen to my Elk Cyborg animalscape during its release on Friday, March 20 when the New Supermoon eclipses the equinox Sun!

The Monsters

My first girlfriend

never became my girlfriend
because I told her I liked her brain--

We were nervous animals.