Monthly Archives: April 2018
(Intraverse, Epitaph for a Beginning is a 24-part poem, which will be included in my collection Arclight. I wanted to present it here, uncut, for those who enjoy swallowing their jagged metaphysical fragments whole.) 1. Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable … Continue reading
Tinder, how tongues snake flames to debut summer’s flick– Burn Slow While Kissing.
Prayer’s body to rent, exact in flagrant cherish– flesh struck to match, ssssssss.
Language, a living currency and greening force, gospel and amorphic in its leanings toward the freest and most daring aspects of your imagination, well beyond margins, syntax, and staid forms.
Among greengolden pastures, the fierce grew. Its plastic vampire teeth tore into the jugulars of bluebells, its molten leavetaking gave the earth scars and heartburn, and left the fresh grass in tears. The roots, understanding the nature of siege, its … Continue reading
As a child, the thinnest greenest wisps of air held tiny totemic figures of me, carved from sheer terror, aloft, and I pretended, o how I pretended to be the biggest strongest bravest boldest of them all, a clown-saint crossing … Continue reading
Beyond these margins, lies something that is yours, yes, an intimate claim.
Did I enter her, or was I the door walked through? Savor the riddle.
It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.