Laura
She chucked herself from the library,Five stories blind and hung briefly.I heard it from a friend. Laura’s dead.She found three dead boys,Hung from cable and that broke her,He said. We…
Month: December 2019
Sanctity
Come, O Love for down the vale,Where moonlight frocks the lovers’ tale,Where moonlight mulls the staves of treesAnd shreds the fuschia from the leaves. Come, O Love for down the…
Snowblind at 5 a.m.
Whiteout on 250,shallow shouldered,deep ditched,straight as dopeand piped icing.The wind knows the waybut canters,canters and dragsthis crate south,south into the beamsof some some othersad fuck bent to the clockand near…
The Tethered Moon
To give us naught but bleak display,To say, to say,Love has never tethered moonThat way,That heather never blooms but braysTo drop the stars in sage and grays. And in this…
Onion
It is the peeling that breaks me.It is the skin once a thin bastionagainst dirt, against mandible,against the boring small thingsthat blister the flesh, brown the pulp. And as I…
Allegory
Cowled and eyeless,The slouched friar on a slow muleDispenses Gospel to the road.In the shallow fords and mountain clingsHe loafs, the hooves of the muleSure, certain as bread and crisp…
The Felling
When the lastsoftpoplarfell,and the bluejays – the bluejays –rolled out; When the mangled nestspilled outthese mouths,these bentfeatheredtufts; When the chainsaw stilledits shriek and whir; When thick air closedabout us; When…
For A Day Not Yet Come
I’ll send daisiesbecause they’re already dead,bias cut for a fewlast capillary pullsof aspirin-tinged water –soon to cataract, milkyin a leadcrystalvase. These are no “love me’s” or“Love me nots”.These are from…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 