eyes do not know trees they look away and hope the stars are real the blue is real that shadows mean less than nothing eyes do not know trees at all, they forget branches and roots, they miscomprehend leaving they gather themselves up over the horizon twisting upon reflection eyes do not know trees or [...]
She wears flesh and both her warm hands, a shifting question which one might … ? She draws eyes to her that beg to understand, eyes to her that have forgotten sight. she draws eyes to her that beg for starry light, Her alabaster skin, too perfect for a look, leaves them suffering the sublimity [...]
Three Haiku Among the Ineffable [1] Confused for love is the amorphous, rough-hewn wood we cannot inscribe. [2] The ephemeral is often mistaken as if impregnable. [3] Red flying brushstrokes just as quickly leave the scene behind which we sigh.
Faster Memoir A slap. I cry. A nurse with a blanket (blue). Meet mom, dad (smiling). Drool. Home. Rocking chair. Mom’s milk. Sleep, cry, feed, shit. (Repeat). Learn to walk, talk, to tie my sneakers (canvas). Ride Big Wheels (yellow handle bars, black wheels, red body). Childhood used to be simple. Collect baseball cards. Play [...]
A Long Night My running leap is aimed at the lump in her bed; her feet. My claws, curled like fangs, graze her flesh when I pounce. I want her feet on the ground, walking downstairs to get my food. Now. All that’s left in my dish are those cardboard kernels that she scoops from [...]
BEHIND THE LINES It’s all unrehearsed; connecting lopsided dots, riverboats. Doting on the ones that sing off key just outside my door. They fish up wobbly contraptions with rattling wheels to drive the zig-zag logic home, to animate the pulleys, the sails. Flapping and swinging with abandon, they race through the halls, then upstairs. So [...]
GLIMMER Today: a crimson photograph. A rose on a table. A figure in a landscape. Petals tomorrow. A romance for the eyes to gather in and repeal the dusk. To discover the unmatched imagery. To confide in it. One costume at a time. Propelled from the harbor. The timeless undreamt reams, material for another dawn. [...]
Remainders At the back of the bookstore there are shelves of remaindered books, authors dead and living, poets for every generation, an array of the forgotten, once famous poets who fancied themselves as gods on thrones in white togas with wreaths encircling their heads, gods to whom students kow-towed, or “lesser” poets bowed and their [...]
“Untitled” the night has a thousand scars and a loose stream of Mobius Strip apologies. I am not so sorry as I said I am not sorry because your hair because your face because your voice and eyes like dark ale or a dark beautiful dying. I should be lonely and corrupt but i am, [...]
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