Regret on the Morning After

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

Floating Yellow Kitchens

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

Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)

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)

Whilst I Wait

Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.

I Dissipate Lightly

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

Goodnight All

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

Preamble to a Reckoning

“By law, we’re all equally entitled to have and share our opinions. Quality is rare. Context matters: who’s speaking, and why.” Who and why… Children of war huddle in wallows, then die: “Who hates us, Continue reading Preamble to a Reckoning

What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water

‘Can watch your hand lilting, It glows yellow and strums the brassy pond– See the confetti canopy that warbles above us in the blue sky? Sky sits scary– And yet you bargain for its radiance, Continue reading What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water

The Art Experience: Acquiring Beauty of Mind

Ever wonder what it can be like when writers are critical of themselves? Here’s a demo. –And if you’ve ever had someone respectfully suggest that your poetry may be cryptic, abstruse, and/or incomplete, then maybe Continue reading The Art Experience: Acquiring Beauty of Mind