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 on our heads,mocks like a maul. Roused and thus cursed by the makersof beasts and things craving anvilsand the nails of undoing, undoing,undoing us all.... Continue Reading →

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 functionreally, a shallowangle of incidence,a glancing blow,mathematic,not prismatic,no split beam,just one garishmorning thing, and a slowovercasttrundleto a setting. Image: Ryoji Iwata on Unsplash

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 funeralin the sands so long far gone,remains these sameand bitter musks. And there, in the bags,the pastes of rose wallpapers,struggled up but aligned remain. And... Continue Reading →

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 in the abalone towns,the oyster shot towns - in The Mother of Pearl,where I met a guy,a guy named Reason,slim fingered and wrungout at last... Continue Reading →

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 clodsof thrown and frozen earth,would that be enough? Would it be enough to be gratefulfor the physics of glide,steer with the slide, after all,it was... Continue Reading →

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 wine. I see them, the tasters, the gawkers, giddy on the road for sips of vengeance and sublimation. I see them, glued to the glass,... Continue Reading →

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 keep in it the hutch with all the chipped bowls and riddled towels. I know. But forgive don't mean forgot, just means put away with... Continue Reading →

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 the first wind blew, and the office is gutted parental. Milks are shoveled in carts, pricey waters too. Croutons got hoarded like hardtack, and only... Continue Reading →

Hard Weathers and Grime

What can I beg of tomorrow that hasn't already been denied? Am I a cup in a hand, an avoided eye? If I yearned for a lung not shallowed with tar, would you grant it? I thought not, I've asked before. If I fought for one black minute to toss the shovels aside, to use... Continue Reading →

The White Forbiddance

Come winter the woods will forget my boots, Expunge my passage, deny me familiar, As if I never traveled there, climbed there The oaks, as low birches lurch among The poisons - ivy and sumac. And how is it that the sun finds blockage There, but not the muting snow, unbroken Over the bones of... Continue Reading →

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