zinc words & images

  • Physical impassibility

    What bones are these? Typing, hanging between gravity’s decisions. Metaphors hardly capture the way my capillaries dance, imprecisely reasoning whether one can see both sides of a coin. Philosophically, a coin only has one side, the side that is visible. My body and its cells, want the solution to be existence on all plains, though,…

  • Where We Went

    Unwrap your teenage heart Like a chocolate dream. I miss the self that sings, the one that wraps string around her finger and waves. Lightening steps and electric belief was what we wanted and could never get. Not enough to satisfy. Rather, we became maudlin. Watched rises, stretches, untouched heartache, unmounted tenderness and lamented the…

  • Poem Up at High Shelf Press

    My poem, A Night’s Movement, is up at High Shelf Press. Find me alongside some really amazing artists and writers here.

  • Crows Have the Longest Memories

    Crows are black. The dusk envelopes and I feel feathers pass my head. You are leaving and through the window, I watch wingbeats above your car. Heavenly ripple, at night, the crows wait for your absence. When they call to me, I hear the geometry of space, a sky of four corners. I believe they…

  • Cracking

    Feeble mauve against the sky. Are we carrion, blistered and bleached? Craters ablast shale flayed from mountains and piled against the moon’s reflection. We were not here among the sheaves of paper, the mounded dirt. I think this, the wretched beginning, was when I could see sand, a mote impaling the air. Dissipation, chemical disposal…

  • Untitled

    Salt, When the tide comes in. My eyes are clear And the grains of sand are mirrors Reflecting one another For miles. Beyond the horizon I know nothing waits And only becomes. Piers Stand crumbling, Tickmarks that circle the shore. I can count the number of times I’ve been here. My hands, my words, Adding…

  • Who walks

    The pain you feel is natural. It reminds you of the asparagus tips You moved from one side of your plate to another. When you wished You were somewhere else Anywhere else. But really That was the problem. Sight. The invisibility. You Are never alone but A room of lamps and chats Reminds you of…

  • Scenic

    The shape of your waist is a bolt of red satin wrapped around a spool. The woven ripple makes waterfalls and valleys, lines and angles. I can see you, a pillar, red, against the sky, against mother earth and father city.

  • Vision

    Do you value beauty, Black bird, black eye? Behind my garden wall I buried seed and stone While you watched. A Mosquito pricked my arm As I brushed aside a Yew branch left from some Past life I couldn’t remember. A gust carried you to My roof and you spoke, Though I could not Hear…

  • Turning

    If we take candor at its word, We can see though To night. I could let you lay Still       but waiting Holds no promise Of visibility. Better to Tousle your hair and pull At your shoulder than Imagine the morning And its light of absence.