The hand of God is a manuscript,
Each finger a chapter labeled.
The smallest finger... more »
eat me alive
and displace me... more »
I am mauled by the seatbelt, seething rug burns,
Flesh rubbed raw against a grate.
The shock snaps the nylon restraint
And I am momentary cocoon, changing soon.... more »
I am a child
chosen and swaddled
coddled on the knee
of things not... more »
Daily Necessities Of The Future
it crept up as wolves do: silent, slathering spittle
with blood a necessity to continued existence
an upside-down pack mentality gone awry after too much time
with the aching knowledge that this is finite and endless... more »
Is It Worth Words?
Mary say apology is kindness.
When I was younger, mirrors stared back
They said, “sorry, ruler of the... more »
Sadness in giving
To the outside... more »
Judging By A Short Memory
at 530 this morning, something struggled.
we moved our legs, and further hobbled a dream.
around 630 she stretched against image strains,
pushing knees akimbo, wide... more »
Let's Empathize, Hank
I’ll drink tonight
Like it’s a contest
On the sixth of June.
Inside, I revolt.... more »
Letting The Days Go By
Listen to the sound of breathing
Listen to it exhale echo
And return to what you learned
Folded in the womb... more »
Lost And Forgotten Things
The sun exhales, coughing
On the cusp of a breached sky above,
And leftover refuse below.
Chimney stumps and diving suicides... more »
Ode To The Tv
You plaintive arbiter, you broker of
self-doubt. You are a tenuous link between the outside
world and a billion minds per second.
On a pedastel in every family room,... more »
Prayer At Dinner
dinner was an examination
with little talk. each dish
a memory, forced together,
holding on to the plate... more »
it all bled out onto the floor
in a slow succession of pumps and moans
melted wax, on a bottle of whiskey
when the letting go finally began... more »
when the crow flanked
the blackbird it began
tesselations of flame and... more »
Above the deep
Vastness of this
Badly lit basement
The line grows taut.... more »
Tasting Deep Woods
Sitting satisfied, I feel my arms wrapped around my knees
In the endless cul-de-sac's dusty gravel,
Quartz and oyster shells left here many years back.
The trees are emblazoned with paper honeysuckle,... more »
The Center Of It All
We'll break into the center
sealed in cavernous depths
under miles of silty clay and ancient bones
salt domes and oil slicks... more »
To The Ruin
I saw a message
In broken twigs
And erased by winds
“Read the Sunday funnies,... more »
What Was Discarded
We no longer sleep together
it wouldn't be wise
to disturb the rhythm of things.
this is the lifespan of waves... more »