STRANDED IN THE JUNGLE

Meanwhile, back in the early 90s…

My grad school essay was a sweet, naïve little manifesto in support of bite-sized art.

Rather than decrying short attention spans and the dagblasted MTV, I wrote about the importance of recognizing that we were entering a new stage in our cultural evolution, and that we should embrace its potentials.

My poetry—or what was left of it— attempted to support this notion, by being as popcompact and resonant as I could make it.

Median Geese
I’ll no longer
For the caliph
Pile
The golden sand
Of impulse

Talc
I will miss
The suit against dawn
The mountains bring

My Grail a Recliner
I saw
Karl Wallenda
Falter

And on slow summer days, I like to pretend that My Grail a Recliner is the last poem I ever wrote…