I have decided to blame no one for my life. – Robert Bly Winter morning all hollowed-out, Whistling its one-note ballad. Morning bark-stripped, sanded-down, Held over a flame. A woodsmoke Morning piping clear across Childhood back pastures. Let me wake early to cop the riffs Of this bygone morning song. Let me stomp out with […]
that he was too quiet to ask and i to offer. shy beggar— watery eyes like riptides and his voice disappearing into the bricks.
If that glow-lost fleck in the span of space is home, then his wishes are just a sliver of that grain’s curve; everything that he wants is small: His fingernails gouging deep seas for blue clay— an invisible slice of the particle’s bow His doused body sliding along the mako’s fin— a morsel, only, of […]
Pirates unfuck her cunt, unplucked from sockets, eyes unfixed, undilated, can’t unwitness every unkind crime, every ungrief. Seas unlush with bloody unrooted hair swarm with unkempt men, the ends of whose arms still handed, as yet unhooked, strum rough guitars. Strings unsnap as bodies uncouple. The girl waves a black flag, unsurrendering her remains to […]
When he told me, “I read all of your poems before drinking my morning coffee,” I knew he was smitten. Each morning, he had cups and cups, always dark-roast. He’d get out of bed before me to grind the beans finer than silt. The water ran in the shower; the coffee gurgled and trickled from […]
For Doug Darling, it wasn’t the news you’d expected. And when you told me about it, I’d giggled, conjured images of broken symmetries— kaleidoscope and compass, magnetic poles and mirrors gone random. I knew what you were hoping for, how you’d tilted your throat back and swallowed down the void. The psychic parsing through the […]