In the smoke of morning, she takes off the sun’s clothes for me, holds them up by two fingers, before letting them fall upon the earth. … Read more “Helios”
Awake, We recall all of our former lovers, baffled By the histories that brought us to this Bed, out of the rain, and into each other’s Arms.… Read more “Clove Hitch”
The draining of this car battery I call heart.
I like it when the irony is so thick— such as when Ishmael uses a coffin as a life preserver at the end of Moby Dick—… Read more “I Like Floating on the Assured Buoyancy of Literary Devices”
One of the largest glass-dominated buildings in America kills up to 500 birds a year. Kills each one with the promise of more sky.
Pull the sheets over your mouth. An ethereal pane to kiss through. Small fingers guide my face. To the same hours you have, I share… Read more “With the Lights Out”
a bird, I am still running its face into the glass of a lovelier life close to where I choose my words at a desk before… Read more “The Bird I Was”