zinc words & images

  • April 19

    Along the fence you follow with ringed fingers. The softness is filled with wine and fruit, the kind that fills the sky a beautiful rose. Rather to stare straight in eyes without malice, than raise the rail’s edge to careful lust. I couldn’t tell what this was, barrier or bound. But, nourish me further love…

  • April 18

    The sound comes to me mimicking my mind the single celled spider calls to me wondering where i am i used to be on the mountain top looking down on you from up high in the blue it wasn’t until the night that i saw it wasn’t true you gave me a necklace that meant…

  • April 17

    I read this book from page to page. Fingertip to fingertip we measured ourselves against outpaced time and crushing spirit. The young wild one, awake with Andromeda, talking of dancing and what would be a boy and what would be a girl. The black eyeliner and rockabilly swinger Cuddled together under comfort reminders Ambient being,…

  • Beauty in Song

    Working this way has been challenging to say the least. Poetry is, for me, something that is organic first, edited second. Developing something original everyday based on my experiences and memories and then refining it into something I am satisfied with is pushing my outside creative edges in a positive way, though. That being said,…

  • April 16

    Tunnels to brackets, stretched and stained, you took your time with wax and the ground particles that made Nero’s bed sheets blaze with the purple of a million emperors. Consumed with thoughts and threads of saffron, dacron, and human stories, you were inside the navel awaiting helios in ascension and the rendering of new firelight.…

  • April 15

    Your hair illuminated and promising, moved me to believe anything possible. With hands pressed you pushed. Tumbling over, I saw myself tall. Time pours out of your head, but words form and wish for things and know the earth, feel the breeze. Smelling nothing, but your memories, it was pain and fire and burning in…

  • April 14

    Every song contains you and revives you Lazarus of my mind. Amber-veiled eyes closed suddenly from the light flashing off cars through your window. Closed, too, for the rosewood body. Blind and rocking in your mother’s lap. Every wrinkle folding and moving your face. Sad child of star and clover, following light without me. Between…

  • April 13

    The shop was open and I stood in line waiting for my turn to be brave, to eat. First, darkly oiled vegetables and fifty years of history. Then, brining my palate in your cousin’s specious crumbs. Now, glycerin-lipped, consuming stolen spice and the arms of your queen. I return to you. Soft smell over still…

  • April 12

    No one can write like you the words spill out my polished heart renewed. Gleaming and cracked you gave to take. It was sound sunk into my flesh made my soul bleed made hope manifest. Who saw when you practiced The lined fingers The bitten pencil? Teresa and Jeff, bodies aflame with crest and trough,…

  • April 11

    The moon flew by us and we didn’t notice and in a moment it begins and ends super swells the dizzy wetness there was too much to the neon eyes the sour rinds and the dragonflies to make us stop jangly pockets spill to the floor and it was fifteen minutes til the lights came…