Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home
I make small piles on my desk
To separate the residents
Who have passed and those still waiting
For letters that...
Insomne
Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras
formando el rostro de las noches
en un cielo de humedad.
Alimenta el viento
la voz del aguacero,
surca mis oídos y...
promise & debris
remember friendwe are fallenthough nature has kept her word
you set your sailsfreedom you believedwas the ability to move, maneuver
what the word meantset...
We No Longer Kill Our Visitors
The millipede scurrying across the basement floorsearching for a dark corner in which to rest.
The spider dangling from the...
Bakekujira
All we could see of Bakekujira was the skeletonhe floated in, when that ghost whale breached
the brine. Cosmic blue eels writhed inside him;royal crested...
SURGERY: 1977
Flickering between memory and nightmare,I was gurneyed from my hospital room,my body weighed down with a heavy blanketsince it was still winter in...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
Eulogyafter a song by Tool
If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...
Immaculate Ruins
It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing
sentinel from the love seat’s worn...
