She Drew Me Thin

I am the stickman you drew as a kid, the one you flipbooked on the corners of every Christmas catalogue that hogged your time and pencil. Oh how smooth you drew me - and thin. And I remember when you gave me a bike, rolled me right off the page, right there at the hardwares... Continue Reading →

The Varying Wills

God willing, I'll find my own way down to the rust caverns, down to the dust and seared calcite, stressed and cleaved, God willing. And God willing I will make a trance of us, a Pan of us, all musics, impromptus and guile. God willing. And God willing we will take the rain in our... Continue Reading →

The Surrogate

Was thinking of you as I pissed the chardonnay out, black exile to sewage. Was thinking of you and the trusts - thrice taken that garner no warmth, but shudder my torso in the steam of it. And then, Soft-bodied and filament, a spider reared up, pin-legged, from behind the tank, and topped the unset... Continue Reading →

Come Dinnertime

They hung laundries like prayers, these women, there, new to pants, between Beechfield and Brisbane. And all the actions were in the alley, the zipper between, where we, young thuggeries in our dungarees, plied bicycle trades on summer days. Even flies shunned our manes. Fists and spit and baseball cards. Skates and snakes and fenced-in... Continue Reading →

A Crow on the Road

I ain't seen no crow do no killin', never in a day. Shit, they ain't even a squabble. I seen a lot a' crows on a lot a' roads, courteous as squaredance, bobbin' over coon, skunk, whatever red, always cool to clear the way and wait fer a passin'. I ain't seen no dead crow... Continue Reading →

Stands the Maple

Saps run before the weathers - hordes of sugar in the root - what little stays - thin and capillary, above ground, contests the filigreed fingers of water with denser sweets. And thus, unleaved and nude, what to the eye appears barren, rude to the dog-eyed sun, summer nests exposed as frail, stricken to bone... Continue Reading →

The Long Familiar

You left hair in the tub, toothpaste splatter on the mirror, a wadded towel on the rod, wet footprints on the floorboards marking a stumble to the kitchen where you guzzled milk from the carton, there with the door open, cold spilling out like flumes to your feet - and I loved it. A sudden... Continue Reading →

Of Roots and Bitters

So smooth and piquant then. Remember? Our love a puree of roots and bitters, quick peppered, swift boiled blobbed up and sulphurous. Melting the ladle, melting the pot, smoking the burner, firing the whole damn kitchen down. Yes, it still stings my lips, flaps on my uvula, something never fully swallowed but scorched on a... Continue Reading →


Fist upon the sun gods. Seek among the goddess earth. Chant and clang before icons: oh please, good fortunes, new birth and wealth. Sacrifice a goat - the blood will dry at the foot of the temple. The blood will dry and still no rain. Scream into the night for a pittance of hope demanded... Continue Reading →

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