I will not kick my friends
Winter balances insight with compassion, and reaches for the ineffable with humility and courage, so that her investigations become our own.
Bright Raft in the Afterweather
Make no mistake; these are ecological poems, but not of an idyllic moment void of our mark. We are equally part of nature, and our separation has been our folly. What is our story?
Sleep Paralysis
Like the best ecopoetry of our age, Sleep Paralysis teaches us to pay attention to the signs of the time: to the endangered animals and human animals that have been reduced to phantoms of their former selves.
After We All Died
There’s no way around it, but there is a way. And that way is to know our own holes, to know ourselves as driven through and perishable, ourselves as riddled by otherness, by otherness we are bound to love.
Spleen Elegy
Perhaps like all memories, particularly traumatic ones, the relationships between the lyric speaker and observable world in Spleen Elegy are all pixelated phenomena, shifting in and out of focus, hardness.
A Turkish Dictionary
Wessels continuously tries to overcome the problem of representation by projecting his images onto an intricate, arabesque structure where it becomes almost impossible to trace the end or the beginning of distinct phenomena.
Seaside Ghazal
we shouted out of car windows / uttered our incomplete goodbyes // see you later, Shifting Inlet / or whatever good friends say // who haven’t known each other long—
Prayer for Appetite
What whispers suckle, tugs / spines upright, name god. // Acolytes—mice sniffing / a wet breeze, blouse milk- // soaked at an infant’s cry, / universe ever expanding.
Oh cosmic through line,
teach the weaker sex your
bruising grip.
Beyond Love
If the saints are to be believed, if this body is a dress / we slip into, out of, if each day and night is the mantle / we tie around our shoulders, fabric thin as the time it takes
Marriage Abstract
I love you like my hands, which haul / the money in. Into our laps spill daughter / and son. We are drowning in wine and beer, / carrying each other across these rooms, / glasses filled above our brims.