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.

American

Street
jacket assed-open:

the road kill sky,

a mummified cat.

The tarmac
wilderness is astral.

Bluejay

I could
just leap out

of the weeping
tentacles

with my shutter
chest open

and capture
the sweetest hair.