His grandfather told him, Boy, you try too hard. But so much isn’t done, The Poet thinks. Next time, next time. But next time is… Read more “Milli”
I can never sleep, can never power-down thought, but when I do, when I dream, you’re there, holding me close, telling me I’m still loved.
Fingers in the sugar a heart rusty with flakes of dried blood Rain punishing the ant hill Fingers as cautionary tale a heart full of… Read more ““Fingers in the sugar…””
my dream started further down knee-deep in nightmare balled-up, rolling circles around water-logged memories still growing, shedding skins, now littered everywhere my poor sleeping skull filthy with… Read more ““My dream started further down…””
rubbing your neck distractedly in the parking lot, considering the shape of weather to come: the tree line enshrouded, the tiger of caught-electricity— a summer storm held… Read more “Summer Storm”
I’ve had some experience, sitting on a stack of old fences, nursing vodka in the dark, cancelling the next day, collapsing a star in my mind. … Read more “The Night Of”
After Thomas Hobbes nothing can be immortal, which mortals make— though, designed to live, the fault is not in Man they are but matter if… Read more “Of These Things That Weaken”