The Sheared-off Pin

The pin is broken,And the wheel has slipped from the rod.The mechanics of our passageAre broken now,And all our worldly venturesHave spilled out onto the ground:Her red backed Bible,Your cast-iron pans,The lens we used to burn down ants.All there in the muck:My bad corduroy pants.Jerseys of just so muchVictory - and victoriesCounted large thoughLying there... 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 Colding Breeze

The so and many ways to sing the breeze, whether it is breath or breathed, or hummed in trees unleaved, bison-heard on plains or high-crested seas, it is wind that rattles here - here upon the eaves. Church bells are not pealed, but pushed pitched rods hung from the porches of time, piped and true... Continue Reading →

A Hunger Assuaged

Come to me vagrant, O Death: starved of bone, starved of lung, dime-eyed and savage. Do not come to me gorged and gorgeous, for it is only when you have known true hunger, withered to a stalk, submitted to beggary and stale breads, you may come to my door, my table. It will be then,... Continue Reading →

A Brief Tryst Below Cypress

She was a slim volume really, a short read, an afternoon in shades of cypress, conceived on her own costly parchments. She prefaced a day a warning, that if any eye should scan her lines to her own bleak skin, to her own terse margins, to the limbs akimbo nonsense implied by her scrawling, there... Continue Reading →

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