I pray for winter. Summer is fat and beyond repair...
O! Manic Youth
Night Bloom
Before you read this, before you sit in this chair...
In a Few Short Days
In the fold of a leaf, in a nest spun of her body...
Birth Certificate
It doesn’t state whether my head was crimped like a hamburger bun...
The Sick Child
Published in "La Piccioletta Barca" - Issue 18 - April 2020: https://picciolettabarca.com/issue-18/
The Silent Good
And this too is news -gusts blown over the lip of a bottle,and the wail of foghorns, hollows of owlsand mourning doves, the howl of dogsharmonic with sirens, the slow pull of saws. This is what forms in the throat,musters the larynx to cry and peal,the ochre traced hand on a walldeep below heathen, below... Continue Reading →
The Womb
Take it all down:the calendar, the clock,the curio shelf - picture of your ma. Take down those greasy sconcesand those framed flightsof your pigeoned eye. Take down the best of your daysand your rage…your rage.Take down the sheetrock. Punch out all those cagey studswith a sledge - strip out the wireand sell it for scrap.... Continue Reading →
Underneath the Radiator
Lumbricus Rubellus,or perhaps a finishing nail, 6d -I can’t tell from here,with these glasses -old ‘scripts - old eyes -shallowing focus. But, it is there,below the radiator,and the radiator is pink.It is there in dust - on pinefloorboards - unmoving -shriveled in droughtin the first case - bent,rusted and uselessin the latter. Either way -... Continue Reading →
On Cloud and Hope
Bringers of rain and scour -Bringers of harvest and deluge,drift gently over this land,We beg you!We know not the grain of our toil,though we furrow the soilwith thick dumb handsonly to scream at our nailsprised from our fingertips. Is it not enough to put seed before youand hope? Is it not enough to visionfat larders... Continue Reading →
January 31, 2020
Mark this day, young friends,for there upon the hill,stripped and barren,stars no longer claim the sky,but are trodden in mudand rasping coin. Mark this day,for when you wake,unbridled on the crest,a scurrilous beastshreds all hope and takesa dream to its teeth And vomits a nightmare. Young friends, prepare.For what is now unleashedfrom its pitted, rusted... Continue Reading →
