zinc words & images

  • 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.

  • Defrock

    In May tulips splay, rendering their carbon undone. Petals, a visual cacaphony on the ground. Me, believing myself a spiral running into the soil, an archimedes screw that overturns soil and buries joy. I wield my scissors, clipping decay from its stem and falling to the ground.

  • If Not for Water

    Keen, I am not. I’ve seen the white tipped Ocean waves beyond The shore. If I hold My fingers in a frame I can become close enough To taste salt and feel The water in my ears.   Remembrance places Me above the wave, holding Still while the current changes Its mind and pushes me…

  • In Absentia

    Hips and depression don’t go together. Used too much or too little. Either way the body compulses until materiality dissipates. My fleshy corporea hides a thing, brittle, like newspaper, carbonized, though it works harder than any laboring hand or industrial composition. “I think it wants to kill me” or at least, to cauterize my humanity.…