Poetry
gilded-glimmer exile
“It was before the train accident, when my husband died..” She went on to tell a different story, one that had nothing to do with her husband. I half-listened, watching to see the silouhette memories of him walking beside her, reflecting in shining, mosquito-pond pupils, neither deep nor shallow, but teeming. She quickly drowned the […]
Late December
“I’ll be back in town in late December. I’ve got to stop by to see you. You’ve been so much help.” Her voice over the phone carried her decades, each a splintered-wood ship tossing on blue-waves’ ebbing persistence. Hoarse and smoky, she insisted. She told me her daughter worked at the corner bar in town. […]
Cold October
cold October the turn of the earth its gentle bend its kaleidoscope-spin obscurity its hoary-edge shadows whisper a name I’ve not heard since a prior existence I might walk– until I find it caress its hip-curve edge stepping over the familiar bones of the lonesome wicked I might dare a place where I’ve not yet […]
wings of brass
What will we do with these years remaining, love? Now that all the gods are slain by our introspection, now that sunsets’ once playful pink-cotton foretells only night’s panicked, chirping-insect void, what shall we do with the stilled-scream horror of ourselves, as it sits lonesome and warted, hunched and spiny, digging its claws into gray-wrinkle […]
Atop the Shimmer
Most of what I am to you now, to anyone, is the drunken musk of memory; I am aware, and was– before the sun considered rising over our wishfulness. Choose your poem, choose your sunshine-afternoon and pin its photo to the wall, and try, love, try– not to look too deeply into its shadows, tho […]
Solemnity
I slept, or endeavored as poems danced their drunken dances white-tooth gaiety a rustling cacophony aye, each seducing the next or whichever– might seem amicable I slept, or endeavored as the raucous powder-hair affair roared and chortled spinning too drunk to care but not drunk enough to forget solemnity– tho still, I hadn’t felt its […]
golden-afternoon memory
Even as you are gone from what we were, only the shadowy-well ache remaining, this howling void stays– the most potent reminder– these words, all that I am, wish only to fill the emptiness; these words wish– if only once, if only for the rustling leaf-turn of a golden-afternoon memory, your singular and acute understanding.
No lies remained
Autumn-evening’s sunshine, painting her skin in hues of young-hope’s memories, couldn’t change what she’d become. Greasy locks of grayed yellow fell over a round, scar-pocked face. Anger seethed, both hot and cold, as our eyes met, though she looked away. It wasn’t the type of anger that passes quickly. If not recognized as a damned […]
thrust into the rainbow’s fable
we didn’t agree to this we were merely born here thrust into the rainbow’s fable pushed from the red-fibrous wombs where we’d slumbered spat out, squint-eyed and screaming into the spinning-steel machinery white wolves watch the grumbling churn from the swaying-grass periphery tasting the smell of our mortality the blood of our avarice, our hauntings […]