My I
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
transcendence
Shabbat Queen
One blinding bliss, one holy shroud, two binding prudent vows, we understand our other as knowledge does…
Third Mind
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk…
Scorpionic
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet…
Maternal (with song)
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor…
Xeriscaping
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
Love Sonnet 89 – by Pablo Neruda
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of…