A smattering chatter revealed the prophet to be a fool – a beggar – a panderer to fear – for bread, mercy or perhaps, if luck ensued – loose coin,…

Iridescence on the neck of the boat-tailed grackle is a trick of light. Much the same as the swirled acid rainbow slitherings of oils on water – slick – metallic…

Stumbling into morning, vague, unremarkable, perhaps befitting a glance, or a glancing blow to the jaw. Stay cool in the thunder room, soft pressures of mine and mine alone, impugned…

Her eyes fold gently as she takes bits of honeycrisp from my fingertips – the first from the tree, still hard, tart, warm in the thick after rain, hinting at…

She put willow switches knotted bits of string and fear sharper corners of gumwrapper chain and the long stuff of regret into a pasteboard guitar case and threw it in…

Wind, don’t speak my name, no squash blossom thunder, no snap bottom rain. I ask but a breath on dry tinder, if just for a moment, tender as velveteen fumes…

Stay outta the business. Shine. Quarters on corners and barbershops shine. From one to a son gone clean outta Coney, From one to a son this is yours. Just the…

Stars don’t look hard on the ground, careless as a sesame seed garnish on a plate of hog gristle and fork spun intestine with bang bang sauce. Fuck this noise.…