zinc words & images

  • 8B

    Capture my shoulders In graphite. Leave the page Where you traced my soul And drew my wings. Today it was even harder to leave familiar, To tape reminders On your path and show you Where you once where. How do I convey The opposition of word and deed. You put paper to it, Reconfiguring an…

  • Simple Song

    keep me close, write my name along the inside of your finger. swear we’re the same, sentiments you wrap in paper.   leave the smoke, leave the style. capture now and return to yes. flee the room, use your guile, soft and spare, the reasons why.   make me warm. be last to leave when…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • Flora

    Some say opening, blooming, But each petal unwinds Itself across the air, Denying gravity’s hands And existing only for itself And its encircled sisters.