Poetry
Mosaics and Rain Laden Love Songs, or Journeys through the Broken World in Storms
One / (WINDOW: Castor and Pollux and the Lioness) / Secular and Gnostic at once. I didn’t know her, but we went out a set of doors at the same time and she...
Struggle Within
Crawling over and crawled over / busy with my hands and mouth / and legs too, really, looking one way / seeing another busy with his / hands, legs and mouth and...
Machines at Rust
Something really poetic is / machines rusting. / / Consider crushing them, / the implications of crushing them, / the impossibility of rehabilitation. / There is nothing to do regarding the...
Every Night of Our Lives
i. / / In dreams / houses are ends / of sad tales; a lantern’s / glint in a parched land. The first touch / of rain. / / ii....
Eye-Saddle
A girl who loved horses and poetry / once told me there are tricks you can do / on the eye-saddle of time—remembering, / for example, slows the animal down, / while...
Carve out the Eyehole
I kiss that cold space on your cheek, / a corner of light. I am on top / so it feels like I have the dick. / Feels good, right? / Waves...
Elegy for My Father’s Labour
Hardhat ∴ life preserver / Wrench ≈ bouquet / Number of days present < early morning disappearances / Length of visits with children ÷ reciting of letters from home / Approximate value...
Mind Control
A woman in pain will forget / to be kind, or clean. She will probe / the folds and ripples of her / cerebrum, she will feel / her brain floating like...
Tunnel
Inertia drags its feet. To be requires sweat. / We come out sluggish as slippers. / / It takes effort to scrape the ice off the windshield / of morning, to...