zinc words & images

  • Introductions

    You are luxurious In your laughter.

  • Corner locations

    we take place take our places migrate just out of reach though we don’t dig, we are buried up to our chests in silence our chests silent for a moment and we gain our breath holding it against our skin a barrier that moves like sorrow collapses revives and collapses again forget our cardinal twining…

  • Lasting

    We took a little Time off the top To think about The redundancy Of our lives. How we met And loved The words That came Across Our lips More than We loved One another. I sheltered you Like a seed Cupped in my hands And I was A penny to be saved. We agreed, No…

  • Musings on a single topic #4

    What is fruitful? Lying Being honest Confessing love, If you don’t mind a bruised heart Staying in the shadows on a hot day My fruit bowl, red with a pedestal My mouth, during peach season Opening the windows when it is cool out Writing thank you notes Writing your grandmother Laughing with people you care…

  • Stop before start

    Left me alone. I found a way. Not your pleasure or your preference. My meaning steadfast. Heart beating. Body providing joy. You’re the shadow that falls behind me. I make my way. Knowing. Certainty costs. Retain my pride. Cradle love. Write letters to no one. Feel the waning moment under my shoe.  

  • Field of vision

    Keep me beyond Knowing. I am withered By sight. The blood, The red muscle, eyes Awash in empathy. Remove paper, words- Typewritten or Digitally manifest for I can no longer subsist On my neighbor’s woes. I must fold myself up And wait for the forever Rains to make me Cleansed.

  • Phone call

    Capture the time I called In your hands and listen Like you would if a bee Were trapped there. Vibrations against the Soft, fleshiness of your palm. My voice, though, falling between And through your fingers. You can’t pinpoint The time I stopped calling, But remember the first call Vividly.

  • I am the soil

    I sift the dirt through My fingers and make work Of root, stem, leaf Gone ginger with fall And the slow death of desiccation. I’m not sure what I search For. Whether it is the hoof Of a doe that came to me In a dream or the rapier Of a nightmare, I don’t know.…

  • Poem up at Passaic / Völuspá

    My poem, Finite Goodness, is up at Passaic / Völuspá! I want to thank the editors, Erin Waters and Gil D. Kneale for featuring my work. Head to http://passaic-voluspa.org/ and check it out!

  • Smoke on a Cloudy Night

    Tonight, I wish I still smoked. My brain And body vibrate With late spring’s promise And I want my hands And heart to be busy. Each pore could be filled With smoke, like a beehive, Settling my desire, my heat, Abating the humid atmosphere That seeks my envelopment.