Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
Between(triple haiku)
I must grow leanerWith thought and age: from wine toWater, beef to broth.
Between here and there,Should a man of decline choosePrayer over repair?
When...
Section/Grave/Block, Flushing NY
“Charon, the ferryman of the dead, his hand on the boat-pole, calls me now: ‘Why are you tarrying? Make haste, you hinder...
Drive to Thinness
Did the sound of the clicking hooves cause you to starve yourself?
Like a poor scavenger,you fed on scraps of sin and servitude,injecting...
Rock Paper Scissors
Water.
water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees
waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater
water to...
