It is not quite accurate to say Lola is growing old for she has always been old, teetering in and out of lifetimes. Each...

IN SECURITY If the contents of my heart could be spilledinto a baggie and placed inside a plastic tray,what would the TSA officer see in...

Mourning, I dreamt of endless azure

Yesterday I watched branches  Being severed from an old, majestic tree 

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

a february afternoon withrumi and bach thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...

Oath For My Son Made Upon A Full Bed Crawling under the covers, parting their spooned figures, I amoblivious to what may have been interrupted,...

I’m from potholes in the bóithrín road limestone walls whitethorn bushes aged fields and mossy stones drip-drip hedges before a blue farm gate apples rotting under...

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...