In those daysthere were bedsheet flags,wooden swords,bobby pin rifles.Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.Tennis balls with fluff long gone,and pockets full … Continue Reading In those days
Once, within my hearing, and thinking himself alone, he said I wish I were dead. And I didn’t man up to that. I god damn kept my hands in my … Continue Reading Archangel
~I remember me. How I looked to books as if they were to be my next meal. How I bought brushes, special pencils and a book of right paper, still … Continue Reading In olden times
Was that house one of lies one of alcohol and fear Were there violences muffled by bedroom doors and punishments sealed by closet doors Gone without… gone without Come to … Continue Reading A house away from home
Around here, we don’t hold with sharpened knives. With lit candles or precarious positionings. Life is safe in dullard’s walk. Nothing’s our fault, and we love the spilt milk lament. … Continue Reading Comfort
Fell thee asleep with the lights left on.Apart, hidden safein plain sight, ’til now. When,by green dawn,the dark birds of your dreamscome home, once more, to roost [Image: J. Heiden … Continue Reading Rest uneasy
Creepers of sunfire paint the unmoving mountain, awake its eagles.
A tongue that tastes too wellA throat that thirsts for the whole bath Ears, unstoppered, gate-crashed and ringing,aghast at the brazen yarns Saucer-eyed at the secret shows Heart-throbbed at the … Continue Reading A murder
When I yearn for a leaving, things celestial trend with me. Someone who knew bade me to consider the sand on the beaches of the world. Each grain a placeholder … Continue Reading Celestial
There’s a small bird stays to have a look with a tik tok head puts its trust for a time ~who sent you, little one?~ to eye me up to … Continue Reading Eye to eye
Cast your line into the soft static of six days from now. Feet up, warm cup, and let someone in. One who’s been down. Yes, that’s the one, my love.
~Fifty said to Fifty~ Time is growing short, growing cold. Know that i will be with you, all the way to the next time. Be on guard, lest I drift … Continue Reading Mutuals
I tried a brush of camel hair for what it did to gauze Too brash it was to have a care and so it gave me pause Your marble eyes … Continue Reading A brush with life
My head is turned by a siren’s accolades and all other voices of the moment come as bothersome braying murderous crows
Once, I peeled back a peekaboo page, thinking to find what lay beneath- some lines writ in a flowing hand that only I would understand. But that leaf, so soft … Continue Reading Leaf of litmus
In the switched-off kitchen I peered through drapes of grey lace, transfixed at the sight: a mirror hall of backyard infinities, benighted in a mute of blue. The straight rise … Continue Reading November neighborhood