The Wilderness Fed
In this winter called Leviathan,gorged be the meddles of menlurched there, rustbound in iceand enzyme. And all that arcs over, whetherthe crust limbed trees, or the whitetresses of sleet pinged…
Month: November 2019
Angle of Incidence
What can I say?I was a bad sunrise,quick scudded to cloudand withholding. Look at it this way,it was a great dayfor pictures,unshadowed,no hotspotsto burn awayin a dance. We were a…
Suits
I can smell my own pits,my night sweats,sucked up in my weekunwashed robe. I am disgusted. And yet, there,in the garment bags,lingered in your suits,your suits I brought homefrom your…
Somewhere near Surf & Dockside
The roads here,rum tongued, black toothedand pitted, lead somewhere. I am sure that over the peak of it,splayed out like toes in dry sand,tractioned for tide, a florescence,maybe, maybe down…
Thanksgiving
If I gave thanks yesterday,must I do so today? If I gave thanks that the tiresheld traction, there on the black ice,unthrottled toward the jack-knifedsemi, folded in the median,thumping through…
On Vineyards and Vengeance
Espaliered vines hang like convicts, strung out in the vineyards as portent to passers by. But the tasting rooms are open with cheeses, retribution and grim justice – verdicts of…
Means Put Away
S’always gonna be there, that stain like a slitherin’ dog done nabbed a cookie. Let’s call it spilt milk, if we must, but fuck that was a rabbit punch. Let’s…
Hyping Chaos in the Absence of News
Weathermen are pushing the storm. Nobody noteworthy died today. Eight to twelve on the Twins. Havoc on the plains and cancellations pending. No travel advised. The schools flaked out before…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 