A poem written in response to Izumi Yokoyama’s “Wild Horse,” for an upcoming ekphrasis event. 1. The cosmos has no time for serious thought. Only horseplay, amorphic in a milkbath of dark matter. 2. Horse. A noun fashioned from the symmetry … Continue reading
Every last star ghosts its own holy rapture– we, a part of, bask.
Behind starry veils, embers crackle blue and gold– You were there, dancing.
Cover reveal for my new novel, Nocturne Variations (coming this November). Designed by Heather Ross. NOCTURNE VARIATIONS: Dystopic Peter Pan meets surrealist noir in this cinemythical tale about love, loss and the illusions of shadow-play. Los Angeles, December, 1989, is when … Continue reading
How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Nesting, she brooded on the future of free range– No claims to hold her. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
As you can see, God’s original sketches for the world did not include people, which makes you wonder if there was indeed a wager he lost to some lucky devil or other who forced him to include people in the … Continue reading
Howling, to contract space for deeper emptying, to swallow moons whole. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss. (Watercolor by Henry Miller)
