I’ve placed that labyrinthine Orb into the gaping maw of Time’s transfigured Dog; for cold Men on the Moon await the Stars. 11/03/2015...

I. There are forms that resemble you, murderous moments that cough you up, like the dilemma of a wheelchair or a table laid bare, barren,...

Need to birth the daughter of the clock never can produce that silent peace— that of sons who gloat their deathless stock woven of a...

Ah, look at me, fool in his seat, his warmth. The headlights glare at nothing and the crisp December air curls upward and over the...

This quiet city built into the sand that rules with flat indifference in this place, I wander with my ravaged feet, my hands thrust into...

Nay, She is no sepulchre in Whose bed I shall, at length, die quietly: Instead, with verdant eyes full, rife, replete with Life, I’ll lay...

I lie on the bed, boiling green and sour, bitter, tasteless love all over my hands and neck. I am closer than a pin needle to murdering a...

Tormented beyond repair; only mental damage, but all the more lethal; destroyed, shattered and broken; hinges loosened, bolts unscrewed;...

Engorge the salad. Sleepy afternoon dies and is reborn in the brief sunset. Burst the tomato whole in my mouth. Mellifluous melodies,...

that silk fabric of the Universe I’ve worn for a cloak wove’ by the gentle hands of the Prince of Peace. the soft sands of Spirit and the...