zinc words & images

  • Day to day love

    I am a container without a top.

  • Language deficit

    There is this digital distance That is hard to lapse. Our time On earth Is so short And compared to how often You smile it seems even More brief. If it seems that my love Is an amusement Designed to thrill And abandon or worse yet A pool of water, still And untroubled You are…

  • To My Friend, On the Occasion of the New Year — stephcplummer

    I wrote this a few years back and though it is a bit rambling, I think it still holds. Keep trying. The end may be nigh, but you aren’t. Whether you disappear beneath the ground or into the sky- whether we return to our mother’s wombs on our weeping knees, or settle into salty oceans,…

  • Answers

    What is your magic That pulls me toward you When I should resist? The kerning between the Letters and words that Tumble from our mouths As we build imaginary Worlds for a future That will never be? The laughter that pulls You back in your chair and Centers the room around you? Is it the…

  • Spent

    I am unfair to you. Heart ripening But never growing To a comfort, never Reaching. I steal Your time and hope And bolster myself With it. I am Not the future, Only temporary Feelings, manifest In words and visions. Linger though, I Need you like No one ever has.

  • Night eyes

    There was a night when I know you watched me look up at the stars just emerging from the blushed sky. You had a camera to capture everyone’s presence, but I couldn’t see how my stargazing would be important, unless you wanted to be the star I looked to. I heard the camera click, felt…

  • Barricade

    Do I heal if I’m the one breaking my own heart. If I have unstrung the ligaments in my chest that hold me together, that have me looking east for the sunrise, so that I can try not to love you. Will I come back together without you in the space where my blood blossoms?…

  • Keep it close

    All these things are fantasy. Arm in arm, hand in hand, a thousand moments projected into the future and onto your skin, quiet and intense. Calling my name from across the room. Hearing your music, your patient artistry, fill our space and dovetail itself onto my heart. Dawn takes us, its sleepy charges, and aims…

  • Feeling narrows

    there is a static that creeps in when the windows are fogged from the evening’s weeping roof. The rain and the wind scatter sad jewels across my vision like a broken necklace catching everyone’s eyes and o-shaped mouths. The beauty of my decay is apparent, my skin crawls, my eyes fill and I am rapt.

  • Touch

    I lay my hand across my collarbone and render a dream. Un- real, my hand is yours and the air around us is velvet. Your smell fills my brain and I am wasted. Your secrets become mine-shared when I touch your hand or when I awaken to your eyes on me. It is both night…