Your piqué nubility beckons me on as if a carrot had on stick drawn above my head, your airy midheaven lights as if two thousand…
As twenty three years have plainly shown, dressed in habits as mouldy clothes, recession seeks some somberly loaned gown as good will is predisposed to…
You look to me: “twice?” like some sought-for sucrose on some too-late night. I think it is only a toss of the fork, like your…
If divination were my practice, you would oracle claim since to look at you is to feel some bright future ring, since a look from…
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how you reach out to me in every set…
Koyaanisqatsi, it seems, la vida de extremos, exploitation gone astray leaving only peace.
If notions of oceans acidify our eggs, either poaching undone or reprimandingly, we will cast out the fish that swam with legs in a standing…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into this matter of import, exporting the folds of…
Did you catch it, that squall of a nuptial bed? The acorns’ flew to mountains overhead keen to be laughing it off, our bounteous ridge…
The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of bases, the dawning of psalms: between which I…
Dearest documentation, the kindest passing as we touch these cloacas, these primitive passions tamed into something lean: typing, typing, it seems like an odd way…
Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this space with the rhythms exchange, not long dormant…
Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only faked, for freedoms won in a moment I…
Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those reasoned to kindness know not why the bell…
I do not know why I write these songs tonite– the sun-shining Light beneath these lumbering tides– but still I see, still I rhyme: an…
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out, its electric spin running through the waves as…
No evocation of god nor holy grail can wade this emboldened maelstrom, no gale nor vocation, no reason for praise in this ensemble passing retrograde.…
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse, our beastly powers set to the Moon, the…
You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of coral and beads obsidian, the feel of a…
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the periphery. Like a buzz, like an absence. Light…
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s rock, passing cues and appalling flocks cast the…
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk is contrite? Myriad eyes have seen, many teeth…
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s rock, passing cues and appalling flocks cast the…
If there were a way, like recycling machines might, to procure a dollar, quarter, or even a dime for every fact, figure, or history we…
Love like miles, a heart like a child’s: these are the gifts that my Granmama styles in each smile, simile, similarly set by the scenes…
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet some believe he was real (the latter day)…