manifesto
that which we seek can never be tendered…
Category: Love
Like Loose Dogs
If you cannot, then you mustslip off the rim of your stout blue cup,run quicksilver on what can only be called toils,the twin toils of posture and tired gates,rustbound to…
Away My Love
Come away.Come away and slurinto hovelling gray,away from the heatshummed low – away. Come, let us carrythis mute owl nightfar from burgeoning day –away – far from the furyof gospel…
Because First I Found Your Eyes
If I had taken your handbefore finding your eyes;if I had traced the chippedrounds of your nails,and slid there – downto the calloused pads;if I had awakened a papercut, austere…
On Rogue Waves and Love
Oh these blind trajectories,these pure set conditions,initial, merry, just so wandered –a shell thus thrown, a plungedalbatross beak, a shearedstab of ice, a moon’s pulland a breath elastic – All…
The Dishes My Love
What was it, that chocolate crustscorched in the pot from yesternight,leaning, off-burner, with the danglingspoon, wooden and stained? Best give it a soak, my love,that tomorrow we may findits nature…
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…
Light Without Hands
If the sun rose without you,thin-lipped and petty,a day would slump over me,either frigid or thick-steamed. And no cool wind will pass the trees,And the sun, a mere mock of…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 