What’s Said
Poem is it harder to say goodbye to a person or a feeling can we fall forward into new futures without the wild horses dragging us back to the start i always give...
Tagged: past
In Rooms Like These
Poem Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...
A Great Way to Displace Unwanted Matter
Poem about Memory Fume Fret Fumble over hands that fail to pay attention where needed Yesterday we all but shared Tonight stand alone is the order Fumble Easy words stick in the throat...
Something You Think About in the Sunshine
Poetry About Life This, the summer of blackened souls And upturned collars, This will be the first summer of my lasts. Arriving at this precipice, I must hesitate And catch myself between the...
Portrait — Part II
It’s falling; a shrill of absence, a dreamy strangling, the days uniform and rationed, where jingles hold the spaces of love and immoderations, and zealotry redeems a country of her past. Gone. Gone, the...
Ode to Merce
So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...
