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  • Answers

    What is your magic That pulls me toward you When I should resist? The kerning between the Letters and words that Tumble from our mouths As we build imaginary Worlds for a future That will never be? The laughter that pulls You back in your chair and Centers the room around you? Is it the…

  • Musings on a single topic #4

    What is fruitful? Lying Being honest Confessing love, If you don’t mind a bruised heart Staying in the shadows on a hot day My fruit bowl, red with a pedestal My mouth, during peach season Opening the windows when it is cool out Writing thank you notes Writing your grandmother Laughing with people you care…

  • Eonic Botanic

    Sunflowers turn their head slowly, as if August’s heat has given them a life much slower than time. This seems right- they are backyard watchmen, peering over my neighbors fence and greeting the surly dogs that live to the south. Making believe that they are simple flowers and that their agenda is not to outlast…

  • Red light

    Hot foot Lizard Smell sand Like its A mouth Waving Mirage Burns me Oven Of God Color Blanched to One tone Squeeze down To touch The ground

  • April at Night

    Tonight the windows ripple with lightening.   Each shot from the sky breaks me open like bread.   With rain, instrumentation, an arrangement,   layers that drop into place, roil my body,   subside and return louder, more insistent.   Water wants its place beside the night’s bright fire.    

  • Sound and color

    Between Rome and Florence, amongst strangers, a blue-sounding tunnel took me to my destination. A star-fed cloak wrapped the day and was only interrupted by shuffling magazine pages and the argument of two men on the street. The granite cobbles seemed to move with them, allowing their hands to gesture above the cars girdling the…

  • Crosswalk

    This is a poem for you. For how hard you ran When there were six seconds left On the crosswalk. The wind shifted And your scarf trailed behind You in the breeze. I wondered What you imagined yourself To look like, bright sun and breeze, Dressed in Soho black. Magic. Because you were strange And…

  • Untitled

    We devour our young by saying their name. Written, embroidered, propelled Into a universe of scavengers. Devour with a nod, a pat on the back. Eat amongst the smiling thousands, Who cluck with shame and lick their teeth.

  • Lookout Points

    We have tall trees. The sort that seems to have raised themselves From a story,  rather than a seed. From the north they look Like spindly teeth ready to eat The sky. Along their roots, We mapped the spine of our land, Coming to conclude that Moss is a language rather than A cartographer’s mark.…

  • 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…