zinc words & images

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

    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, you and I are fathoms we cannot depth. The inkblot, the zeroes and ones that trail our names are…

  • Cacophony of Pain

    We stump our toe in one place and remember the way it breaks, snapping bone made brittle. No open palm stops the compressed flesh from yellowing , no kisses or tender words remainder the pain. We repeat as if it was new and not the time after the time we lost count.