My book desolation : souvenir was published in early February by Omnidawn Publishing, and there was a publication event at Moe's Books in Berkeley. The book is available at stores includng Moe's and directly from Omnidawn, Small Press Distribution, and Amazon.com, among others. Thanks very much to Rusty Morrison and Ken Keegan.
Peter Burghardt's video of me reading: (http://vimeo.com/39803278)
Small Press Distribution: www.spdbooks.org.
Here are four pages of the of the 50-page title poem:
the taste of me is you
father is language
mother its meaning
life is a sentence
death is past time
the parents are aged
by the death of their child
but her future is secure
earth speaks trees
each clearing has its thicket
mind its maze her death is their pastime
too short a life to discover
the shadows in a fire
what future did she imagine
no time even
to witness a change of fashion
no logic to the senses
if this can happen
everything will
we’ll miss the gods we were
shadows cut from sun
after light trespasses
it stands in the room
death’s on death’s bed
myth holds a candle
you can feel the end
breathing through the ceiling
we’re knee-deep in language
must travel to infinity
to see your daughter’s eyes
the weight of earth is speaking
the loss of each word massive
dead flowers, living grave
now dearly understood
our friend of the hours lost
no desert to cross to save you
& you were time aching
so sweet it’s almost suffering
the ghost of us is passing
eternity really means it
we’ll fiercely live forever
we who still remember
the bee inside a flower
we let the moon run
because it is old
and half underwater
in a dark corner of china
its freshly chopped feet
rolling in the broth
life is all the facts
at the speed of attention
are inexpensively purchased
a pair of stone scissors
whatever calls out shining
children pretend to die
come to life again, delighted
