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.

  • 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.

  • Listening

    I let the pigeon go. It wept in my hand and ringed its neck, left and right. Against a brick wall, I was shattered from listening to the coo that never left.

  • More Paper Work

    in progress and without a title…