Let me look at you, fretsaw —
you seem to cut a shadow-shape
in every linden you light in.

You are beautiful — beautiful?
You are static, thetic, emphatic,
Owl: the witchery that is wound

in you is subscription, it’s wishing
that man might grow into your
bearing, might be unwinding

without the slightest move —
we made a totem. I keep your fey
feather in a tall cloche. Owl,

you are inky, uncanny. In grasses
you quarter and rend like mesh,
the vole has accused you of music.

Poet, writer, editor, & boy I make a mean cocktail. Public honors in writing include a Ruth Lilly Fellowship, artist fellowships from the MacDowell Colony, Vermont Studio Center, Massachusetts Cultural Council, and the Corrente Prize in Poetry from Columbia University. Took degrees from Columbia & Boston College. Founding editor of Fathom Books. Publishing credits include: Poetry, 3AM, DIAGRAM, Agni, Salamander, Volt, and Best American Experimental Writing. Regular arts reportage & creative for Berfrois. For full volumes & writing available online, click appropriate heading below. For editorial or freelance inquiries, e-mail directly.