The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of bases, the dawning of psalms: between which I…
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…
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…
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…
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)…
Shivering opacity sits out the three-day tomb, so for you, a casual, conversant aplomb: What crossed the road and why did it travel? What…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…