The Skeptic's Path
Some of my poems have an axe to grind, in the direction of the way we live now. Consumerism, performance, politics, certainty, the small lies we tell each other to keep things smooth.
I am not above any of it. These are the poems written from inside the room I am critiquing, by someone who has not yet figured out how to leave.
- The 2012 Consolation Prize for Poetry
- blame it on the huehuetenango
- choosing sides
- christian men and christian women
- a clear and perfect light
- conundrum luncheon
- exceptionally american
- it starts with flying monkeys
- good trade
- harold and god
- how to order coffee in italy
- the importance of thankfulness
- january in the california desert
- The Kingdom of God
- larryfallen
- the last outrage
- mad men, really?
- the ballad of mary and mack
- most men
- my easter hangover
- My Tender Brilliant Holiday Poem
- neverlost
- once upon a time in jericho
- ordinary diptych
- the poet narrates a visitation
- real life
- resolution ( 31,556,926.9747 )
- the grid
- there will always be someone
- something better than peace
- things i think while cycling
- unfriend-ly
- unmarked
- unsanity
- vanity of vanities
- what if jesus
- wonderbees
- wonderful plans
- you must be at least this tall to enter the wardrobe