Birdsong
I remember its strange and mournful song. The blackbird sang its way into my heart. I mean to say it’s …
I remember its strange and mournful song. The blackbird sang its way into my heart. I mean to say it’s …
Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron, …
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas. It is the first inhalation beneath a …
The homey axioms are happy endings going nowhere. Too shaken to grip the tree, they are peaches in a tempest. …
By 3:30 the school is an empty husk. Children bundle home through the animated fog of their breath, full of …
I am caught between a primal scream and a love poem. I have written about my passion for a subatomic …
Louise holds a handful of rain and dares me to defy it. Louise takes my hand and dares me to …
My children will go as soon as they grow for there ain’t nothing here now to hold them. The sound …
On rocks at the edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried waves. The earth …
Curtis is in the jailhouse drinking from an old tin cup. Dehlia’s in the graveyard she may never get up. …