Just For A Night
The universe births creatures Unfolds them from the void. Elisabeth pops towels and sheets Clearly unwrinkled From the dryer, driest When cynical. Small gel tablets Pass in four-way kiss From under...
View ArticleAfter 8, Relatives Only
You can’t orient yourself in the dark, accept that. Without exception Everything’s inclusive or nothing at all. Flip an edgeless coin And yet, there it stands. Use your imagination if there’s a next...
View ArticleFree Fall
Hasty to hesitate decisions to remain on the fence splinters reshape the course of things picayune on the big picture always the children without them we’d ourselves be suckling not enough antibody...
View ArticleRicochet
Consecutive consequences small graves for little goes down smooth roads least traveled or so she says I never saw the sign I’m done with you okay to park here after splashed the puddle all I think...
View ArticleAtop
Nothing but blue gorgeous body the air is thin I run my hands over lined with trails she resists for show native poplars the neck is what eagles protect the comforter down look up rhythmical trails...
View ArticleForever Blue Iris
You’ve been sick before, I’m sure it’s reverb at the altar dark and wet seat-backs forward and trays saved stubs of theater blue Delphinium, perennial flowering times to change the gauze resonance,...
View ArticleWoven
Old yellow wall phone in the kitchen first time I smoked a salt-water pool she leans out the window almost choked smell of fries rotary dial sound like roulette her lashes caught fire a dot on the...
View ArticleThe Changing Bead
appear like droplets of mercury the you at the door one stands out, lush and the you now appear to be smaller drops within all is flux begins a gradual not the same final day slide from the leaf you...
View ArticleCushiony Beach Feet
I am the samba that remains unwritten For the space between sand and sea The dance upon rocks polished by time Made smooth by deep-water indigo Bluer than wet waves, sails settle thusly at dusk On...
View ArticleTwo Per Week
52 weeks in a year, 26 letters in the alphabet … merely coincidence? Time is money and money is naught and so thought is time. I keep looking for a word to rhyme. She just didn’t happen upon...
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