Afterward, in Waves
I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing.
I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days.
Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page.
It’s not...
Nighttime on the cusp of madness
Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...
Brood Covid
We have been underground
For what feels like forever
Sucking on our cell phones
As if they were tree roots.
Now the time has come
To put aside...
The Yellow Door
By ramrod fleet, by coonskin cap,walking contraband visits the shops,in this one and out that one,purchases wrapped under arm or carriedin tiny...
In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...
Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...
WITNESSING PHOTOSYNTHESIS
My partner ina sturdy flowerpot.
She trips the lightfantastic, into all life.
Comets arcuniverses, for her.
Waves entwine like wreathsto holidays, for her.
A sturdy flowerpotwalks out...
art opening
instead of a gun
you use a camera
amputees
are your subject
/these poor people/ you say
the walls of the gallery are dark
prints pinned neatly under spotlight
//life...
LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will...
