Elements of Age
I find scaffolds and pillars crumbling into haphazard walls. I find the elements of myself separated by desire, forming moats …
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House on Fire
There is a life I never lived, stopped short dazed on the roadside, stunted by smoke and ash, waiting to …
Connective Tissue
Along the West Wind Drift whatever versions of reality exist might be frozen on the ice sheets, seconds, hours, months…eons. …
October Air
Wind and water whip up the sandy soil where trees sprout and grow, until leaf by leaf they turn the …
When the Topsoil is Gone
The dirt under her nails isn’t chic. She comes by her red brick lips the hard way, which is fine …
When the Sex is Good
“The warrior’s nobility is like a prostitute’s smile, the truth of which is self-interest.” ― Georges Bataille, Inner Experience Sobs don’t …
Some Idle Talk at the Y
Something To Do With Life The living take up residence – claim jumpers really, inhabiting played out mine shafts, …
Happy Birthday
Fractured before we are born. Shattered, maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria, except in …
Morning, Timberline and Possibility
From the dark stone of slumber, stumbling out of ancient ruins where the dogs bark for release, the finger of …
Inertia 2
Something was needed, a weight bearing substance or a strong back. Only children answered the call. Only the children …
Poetry on the run 