My Sphinx

For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….

XXXI. Sonnets for Dancer

Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…

Should my heart no longer throb, our breathing still, your being long for echoes gone, the thoughts…

For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…

Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this…

Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those…

To be vulnerable is to ask for contest, beg for Violence with its mate, Death, …

Caught between a stone and a bottle, we all three shattered under the streetlight with a single…

If this is a nightmare, then what rides on its tail mangled between those vessels, traffic stalled,…

Will the world waste away without your new life? Mallory indelibly has made great strides: 14 months, 14…