Everything gets thin Faulty ice on which we stand; the shields of the heart.
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
~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
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
May I do this with your arm, you said. Not ~Can I~, but ~May I~. And then, with your hands, you pressed down hard into the years, prying up stones … Continue Reading The church of research
A diving moth caught in venetian rays, like a bedside meteor. In soreness of spirit, I chew on thoughts of old romancers, closet dancers.
All bony and moany, on hollow stilts he walks, stumbling to a slow pause. With dimming lamps he scans the dumbness of air, then cries at the memory of the … Continue Reading The thin cat thinks
Awokedid Ito trap a dreamuntrammeled in its art But hurriedly it lost its gleamThough I drew it part by part How to capture?How to keepsuch singleness of soul? Such loving … Continue Reading The Following
Lay prone in the hammock of home. No drink, no smoke, no drug. Let the blue loom of the sky seep its dye, so sterile, so dope. Great is its … Continue Reading Sky pilot
Taken-the combings of years,of minutes and seconds.Sift and sieve,this sultry eve.What’s fallen,plasmic,into dream hands,begs of wonder,of worship,and tastesof regret and forgiveness.
I’m seeing more somethingsin the sighing airDistances to dramas,beatific in their flash,are shortened.Though I once feared the fear,lungs of sponge breathe it in,baptizing its fire,and I am well.I am well.
In fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and … Continue Reading The road is long
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
Somewhere in great Andromeda’s arm, a thing’s found floating in a salient stream. The button eyes and sewn smile of a Raggedy Ann, transfixed by the burnished … Continue Reading A second chance
Trickle-down drops and slowed lightning speak to me of pathways. Oh, I know that practice makes perfect. Must I learn, once again, what was glossed over too quickly? Numbers and … Continue Reading A hand taken