“I Listen,” one of the poems from my forthcoming collection, Arclight (February release), now live on Riot Material. To read click here. Advertisements
We were walking scarside, had been for a long time. The wind sounded like fading bells, the air smelled of singed salt. I asked her how her heart was holding up. Good, she smiled, it’s floating jellyfishlike in a pool … Continue reading
There is nothing more heartbreakingly human than sharing your loneliness with another, a tender enclosure bonding the furtive nuptials of intimacy for as long as ephemera graciously grants.
There is a dying art to teething on the candied skin of a bubble for as long as you can before its inevtiable burst becomes the shyest glimmer grieving your lips.
White-hot throbbing, to bask in the sidereal– Unzip your skin, please.
How lyrically beautiful, and tragic, the ballad of binary stars, engaging the rogue symmetry and slow-burn turns of a lonely ballet, two stars, gravity-bound to one another, sharing a common orbit, an elliptical intimacy, yet never touching, a via negativa … Continue reading
My dream, or need, has always been to gauge and organize my mania into something resembling music, or at least rhythmical sutures detailing the heart’s lighted country of scars while proving, beyond shadows, its valiant worth.
Greater flow dictates– let it go, let it all go, respire in wonder. Photo by Philipe Hugonnard
Time slowed, and I carefully studied what amounted to a prophetic X-ray, showing me the void within, her future ghostlife, or perhaps mine, grinning at me like a black hole, an atomizing tantalus with a ravenous appetite and pearls for … Continue reading
Beginnings are never just beginnings but endings and middles all at once, Time, that slippery procreative eel, siring its own gospel brood, leaves us with a charge of options from which to bond and choose in a stream unending in … Continue reading