the poetry that matters

Thomas Fink & Maya Diablo Mason

Thomas Fink is the author of 8 books of poetry, including Joyride (Marsh Hawk Press, 2013) and a book of collaborative poetry with Maya Diablo Mason, Autopsy Turvy (Meritage Press, 2010). Beard of Bees will publish a chapbook, Former Sestinas, Fink and Tom Beckett’s collaboration. Fink’s work appears in The Best American Poetry 2007 (Scribner’s). A Different Sense of Power (Fairleigh Dickinson UP, 2001) is his most recent book of criticism, and he is co-editor of Reading the Difficulties: Dialogues with Contemporary Innovative American Poetry, forthcoming from University of Alabama Press. His paintings hang in various collections.


Maya Diablo Mason, co-author of Autopsy Turvy (Meritage Press, 2010) with Thomas Fink, was published in The First Hay(na)ku Anthology (Meritage, 2006) and her collaborative work has appeared in Otoliths, 21 Stars Review, BlazeVox, Of(f) Course, Long Island Sounds Anthology 2008 and 2009, Marsh Hawk Review, and EOAGH. She is a student at Brown University majoring in English and Visual Arts.



No one will be with you momentarily.
Neither a receptionist nor a professional pill
dispenser has gotten out of bed in the hidden back 
room. They don't want us to ruin their mourning. Outside  

the frame, trees grow birds instead of leaves.
You click off the
throaty waiting area radio to shrink inanity. One scrawny soul   
in a chair opposite becomes a flight canceled in       

mid-air. Under enormous glasses, shaded to   
prevent our seeing inside, a motionless centenarian      
does not resist my moving them. I   
encounter a box with another box inside: small  

wooden eyes sitting there. If you can't find  
water, look at the floor. There's a pedal.




How are things going with the
building of the town? The name seems
woven to me. Jews were not allowed
to buy six apartments. We
couldn't catch the bruises;
you cannot get away with that desecrated
face. What if you

have to replace it
in toto? This took so much more
paint than I thought it would. There might
be some chemical that melts
through. They throw things out
on the market red hot. Then it
freezes down before you can really
start to use them.

Everybody stops.
One big diamond.
All for nothing.
Nothing for all.

You twisted it. It's beginning to turn.


                                                                                                December 18, 2013