Before Coffee – a dream montage
i read The Ocean, once, it was enough. i scratched its name — your name on a napkin and wiped my mouth — your…
Category: Dawn
The Measure
Is this then recalibration — to wake,unspecified, undetermined,as if the means of producing a facemelted into the moon, and the alarm now —whines of coyotes, dog legon my hip, and…
The Diminishing Dot
A Boeing occults Betelgeuse,red left and running,and an arrow loosedfinds not its mark.And in the green flickers,banked to a bull,some pink ears popand the belts stay locked. They’re always leaving,they…
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…
A Moment Assured
Up there, in the brevities and rifting cloud something lures my eyes. For this dog is a blacker black than a slip moon night, but here, on this morn, the…
Birthed Bleak Into Morning
Black marble boy sleeps in a crate, up there, dank beyond the pink blue rooms infertile. Up there, below the ridge beam, pillowed as cake on paper plates, Black marble…
In a Step Before Dawn
As a foot falls and a floorboard creaks, the weight of a moment – a life disperses along the joists, and in small compressions the cinderblock walls, carrying the load…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 