A VISITATION There will be a fire. Our books will burn, our walls will press their temples back against the barrel of the world. Volumes...

I wear my sin like a sinner does, like I was born to it. I was never cast out, because I was never in the garden to begin with; I never...

Poor poets who can’t afford food feast on metaphors. I’ve replaced my desires with the best finely ground espresso- nonstop hot black...

A Manual on How Best To Love Me 1. Know that I will never get tired of looking at pictures of cute animals, or petting dogs. So if you’re...

The day leant its full weight on my back, Grated shins, black with dust from the mine, Lifting heavy, flopping soles homewards to where...

Tufts of grass glow golden in morning light, sun bringing sustenance to my skin, sunburnt and chapped from yesterday. I live here now, on...

To put some more fun in your life, pet a dog, take a walk. Let your skin fall to the floor. Eat your young. Take what is yours and let no...

4:00 a.m. again (3-21-22) and no sleep I tried forest sounds including a stream and an owl. I tried happy tv traveling, remodeling other...

SIXTY-SEVEN STORKS Sixty-seven storks came before you were born, the cigognes of Aubonne. One nested on our roof. My name's 23, she said....

On the Stones of the Temple Floors Incantations are Written There comes a time when most people start walking back, walking back to...

Resting Heart Rate The hollow heart pumps peace rhythmically, contracting and dilating, pushing calm methodically against the flow of...

Fledgling The way you smell brings me back To the feel of your smile against my hair, The sound of breath on my cheek. The feel of your...

Once upon a time in a village by the river, lived Suku and Dukhu, sister and brother. Suku and Dukhu wasn’t their real name. It was their...

Part of my training was to learn how to smile as my mind secretly plotted your undoing, to agree and nod and make nice and keep quiet...

spare. We paint her old house creating constellations of ...

The Heart, The Mind Often, these two will have tea together. Turning in the sun, devouring fields of bluegrass. I won’t lie ...

CW: BDSM and sexual content. Monsters Under the Bed How nervous I am to fall asleep and meet the roulette of nightmares. The only thing I...

Condensation convolutes my vision making it hard to see the fog-blooming tree. The crow flies up it (as the crow flies) and seeks a perch...

The Widow Courage is a centrifuge, an open mouth, a subterranean subterfuge, a shoe untied. Where are his glasses? I ask no one. Alone is...

Halfway Through Maybe it has to be this way. All these griefs passing through just to make a sharp left turn or even a sudden stop. We...