He is also co-translator of Azure, poems by Stéphane Mallarmé in 2015. His poems have appeared in Hambone, Lana Turner, The New Republic, Poetry, A Public Space, Bennington Review, The Nation and elsewhere. He is the recipient of awards and fellowships from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, the Gertrude Stein Awards, the Poetry Society of America’s New American Poet Awards, and the Andrew W. Mellon foundation. He has been an editor for Cosa Nostra Editions and the PEN Poetry Series.
He currently teaches poetry in Nebraska.
BOOKS OF POETRY
We Are Pharaoh (Ann Arbor, Michigan: Canarium Books, 2011); Pink Reef (Ann Arbor: Canarium Books 2013); Scarecrow (Middletown, Connecticut: Wesleyan University Press, 2015)
Tongue Out (Beginning with a Line by the Painter Francis Bacon)
I like the dog; it looks
As though it’s had a really good run, exhausted,
And I was prone, exhausted,
And I was prone and near dead,
As if a rug of gold thread,
Had been rolled out of me
And I was exhausted, like a dog
Flat as the huge, smashed toads
I was exhausted,
As if I’d drunk deeply at the roulette wheel
As if I’d sweated through my shirt
Stones of the casino fireplace.
As if Malory after a raid blood-shearing
As if the lamprey
Over my shoulder, reading
As if the pandemic had started
White paste from a clay bowl,
I was exhausted,
Flattened, laid flat,
—Originally published in A Public Space
Let us live a long life
Every image of transcendence
And our three bearded heads
Hold. Begin again
There, you are like kites.
Still. We are
Only in its negation
And the day is trees
The day prints our eyes;
The baboons stretch their jaws and sleep.
The rivers travel until they do not.
The insects grip, multiply, and descend.
We are fortunate if we find
O gods. Fall.
That noon, highest point—
Still I love the beauty of these serpent colors.
And I love
—Originally published in THERMOS