Poetry
tall guards at the periphery
this midnight’s misting moonlight and Jupiter’s round pregnancy her three children, birthed now aligned shine their alabaster dust upon this place tho knowing that darkness had arrived before their wishful light aye, always existing– tho knowing well this place inside the heart of a man of which no lovely lies are ever penned and of […]
back door man
his voice crackles, cackling as the drunken jokes get worse the grizzle-chin fisherman wobbling next to me slaps the bar top his wedding band tap-tapping well off the music’s beat eyeing the bottle-blonde barkeep as he sings along with Jim the hippie “Back Door Man”, playing on the jukebox tho, I doubt this grizzle-chin fisherman […]
unconditional
The question had come up in early flirtation’s curious conversation, each learning about the other, fencing at times, each bringing a lifetime of relationships, and more than a bit of past pain into their words. “Do you believe in unconditional love?” she’d asked. My answer was not popular among the two of us at the […]
restless, and familiar
she was ghastly and beautiful twisted and gnarled and I couldn’t turn my gaze her alabaster-dusted barnacle-crusted skull visible through chalk-frosted socket-shock frazzle her eyes sunken and darkened and splayed listless tho slowly churning yes, restless and familiar bulging-echo pits the color those shadows found skulking the corners of regret’s rusted-spade squared-edge graves thin and […]
gray and tilting
there’d once been a towering tree out back tho not an oak nothing so sturdy of girth upon which to tie hopeful silk bows and I’d watched it for years gray and tilting in the warm summer the boy and I cast our slingshot stones into the center of its teeming deadness until one weighty […]
as children should
this sunrise doesn’t mind that I’ve survived tho I’m sometimes uncertain tho some mornings I hear the dim bells ringing I made some jokes for the boy last night I rolled around like a turtle flipped upside-down and he giggled all evening as children should “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t […]
immortals
there will be some regrets when this is all over there will arrive a white-light epiphany a new truth, owned tho perhaps, merely remembered– that there isn’t enough time left to fix all the people we’ve broken and that the damage done has become irreparable as our time remaining melts over flat of the earth […]
wondering on sunny Tuesdays
here, they mingle saunter, and sway these faces, known these memories, gray tho smudge-round cheeks wear clumsy blush amid the jostling mid-day rush a scattered gathering on bustling streets and approaching from shuffling alleys, meek tall-heel strides click, scrape, and writhe high notes sing their lovely hymns surly lows bellow haunting the booming hollows where […]
zephyrs of melancholy
small spaces I’d loved crawling into their diminutiveness as a boy building soft forts of pillows and cushions and blankets dark and private I’d fashioned a sanctuary away from the tall-sky that’d left us all lonely even the religious knowing– they’d been forsaken I could see it in their eyes’ reflections hear its shaking voice […]
the void
“All sins are attempts to fill voids.” ~ Simone Weil It seems apropos on an eve like this. Words attempt to hold bold notions within their letters’ slender-shadow walls, yet the notions escape into the ether, filling the lungs of those who dare breathe their truth, or their poison. But of truth and poison, is […]