stanford cheung


I share a wolf howl      head pointed         all afternoon      of fragmented

doings        left/ right        in a pack       pre urges      worn over      dawn

in the sky        like the fingers of Cancer      with an        intervened      Y

staring into itself     for a moment … more »

The peaks of Grouse Mountain melt, stare across a recitation; in clusters
like caressing thinkers or /small /mammals in the matter the stencil of
woods regressed, laid flat like the ingrown nail-speaking breath
on the floor – where prints that … more »