I’d crawl back in bed butnothing alive really sleeps.It only closes its eyes.Guess I’ll do some yoga.Double-down-dog on disappearing.Be a mouse in a quiet house.Love is yoga in emptiness,seeking the center of a spherethat has no circumference.Bring it down to corpuscle and bone.Give it a spine and, like Frankenstein,silence itself will breathe. More from this... Continue Reading →
Running throughthe bee swarms,not stoppingto feel the stings.But in the stillnessof my dreams, the welts erupt. Read More in Poetry
Whose need shapedthis space, placed ithere. Whose prayerframed the field,season and hour.Who remainsto trace the fence-line,breathe the light,harvest the shadows. Read More in Poetry
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That summer, I found four-leaf clovers everywhere. When I was out on a run, something would catch my eye—symmetry or perhaps the lack of it. Bending down, searching the grasses, more often than not, I found what I was looking for. I took it as a sign that good luck was headed my way. Even... Continue Reading →
my grandfather isgrains of sand floatingto the bottom of anhourglass. he is a sundial measuring flashesby the wrinkles of hisskin. grandpa is achief broker, barteringlitanies to stave offthe reaper. he is amound of earth litteredby the scattered frag-ments of weakness.a cigarette in the old-school hand, an oxygentank in his leftthe inside track is arugged curve-ball,tattered... Continue Reading →
The morning after, we silently move around each other,pouring cups of coffee, careful not to touch—at the table, I watch you set your jawline in stone,indestructible as ancient engineeringLike a red velvet ant, I crawl up the side of that angry arch,stinging lip and tongue that forms the words,I scratch at your keystone, your stony... Continue Reading →
loss is simple in theory.bear in mind,my observationsare the outcomes ofunaided impulse & curiosity.as a preview,people will always askto see pictures… we like painted versions best.these images: a foyer, a window, a study at dusk.loss creates urgencylike burins cutting linesto hold heartache. somehow we needa quiet moment;like seamless yellowbuttercupsthat wanderwithout purposeup the path. Read More in Poetry
a lie’s melody stitches together words that died with hope, when you could only hear the tears staining your surgical gown; memories of when you held me in your arms, and not the other way around; oceans of what ifs, of coughed blood, drowning; fireflies in an open field painting the stars with ephemerality, drifting... Continue Reading →
Chaque nuit I retire before you,wearing bergamot perfume, a black dress,and a statement necklacemodeled after the Aurora Borealis,with abalone shell and mother of pearl.When I open my eyes, I am nakedbeside you.It is dark and I realize how happy I amto share this life with you.You are sleeping with tousled hair.I touch your cheek,kiss your... Continue Reading →
