I’ve been listening for deer on the deck
again; iced planks must be like grease to them.
I’ve been learning to pocket logic now
and then; it senses night, eliminates
its thrill. I’ve been fading like light behind
sunglasses, like footprints on hardening ground.
I’ve been banking on the banners over
heresies; they fly free. I’ve been moving
in a direction; whichever. I’ve been
believing nobody. I’ve been pulsing.


D. R. James’s most recent of nine collections are Flip Requiem (Dos Madres Press, 2020), Surreal Expulsion (The Poetry Box, 2019), and If god were gentle (Dos Madres Press, 2017), and his micro-chapbook All Her Jazz is free, fun, and printable-for-folding at the Origami Poems Project. James lives in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage