At present, my loved ones are safe and sound. We’re stocked up. Still, like many of us, I’ve had a difficult time settling on what to say in the midst of all this. I’ve spoken Continue reading I’m fine. Are you fine?
He stands on a hill. From under his cape of skins, a whorl of musk, a whiff of lanolin that has tipped towards the rancid. Damp from dew, his wet wool. Heat under there, samovar Continue reading One Got Away in the Night
On the shimmering sand near old Metallic House, he caught grains between sensitive inner fingers. It had been a long haul of the form. His body’s fur curled about in strands. He was only as Continue reading (evolution)
It was not what I expected after such a long period of trying to be deliberate. And it was only a small insight. But it made me laugh out loud, happy to know my brain Continue reading Self-Tamed (a true story about how a mind is a funny thing)
Her eyes are lidless, And the joy of life has left me: Those hesitant beats dinning in my ears come too late. Strands of her hair sway in the morning zephyrs ———And salted sunshine I, Continue reading Regret on the Morning After
It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens
If you’ve no new trick to stay the hand of man, You, poor Devil, have run your course, stepped to your bounds— Let sea and sand blast what they can. I say, engorge with dread Continue reading Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)
Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.
It is far, far too likely that having a center isn’t for me. I dissipate lightly, as of noisome gasses loosed from my skin. Did he enter somehow, through some crevice? Had I known, I Continue reading I Dissipate Lightly
I’m wary of the barely black button. So I’ll make it with circus ties and dry seasons, belly-up lies, and carousels The ministers of fucking aeronautics declare mistletoe failure —and through the workings of daylight Continue reading Goodnight All