| Date |
Title |
Content |
|
Skeleton Origami |
The body does not die
from lack of love.... |
|
How We Were |
A disconnect occurs
between myself and the... |
|
Against the Wind |
The birth of butterflies
happens... |
|
Unknown |
I have lost myself. Womb,
untouched. Fetus,... |
|
The Hands Dance |
The skin opens up,
like a flower in war.... |
|
Untitled |
Underneath the satin lies a queen -
-... |
|
The Transit |
The transit between us is blurred.
Double... |
|
Sixteen |
We chain-smoked – out back –
in the mist... |
|
Our Ascent |
Treading lightly, one foot steps... |
|
Hysteria |
Hysteria chatters.
A large chorus of... |
|
Something, Anything |
Cherry and tar traces;
the smoke of passing... |
|
Untitled |
The whites of your eyes set fire to a great... |
|
Only |
It is the reddest hot lava that binds... |
|
Jaded |
The morning has made us this way
open and... |
|
The Lie We Eat |
Like tangled roots we wrap ourselves... |
|
Resignation |
Everything rotates on its axis,
comes... |
|
The View From Space |
Branded: like a cow
on the side of my... |
|
If |
If I can not muster the courage, you must go... |
|
Harmony |
Like a flagpole, long and lanky, the man on... |
|
Without You |
I would have been fine without you;... |
|
Wood |
Response to:
ENCOUNTER ON HIGHWAY 84... |
|
Ultimation |
Cumbersome clouds pass through an orange... |
|
Question Mark |
The scrambled television light flashes... |
|
Night Cry |
Momma it’s time to wake up.
A pile of... |
|
If, Sabbatical |
Over the highest villa, rays of the sun... |
|
Caught in the Storm (revised) |
At rush hour all radiance wanes.
The moon,... |
|
Caught in the Storm |
At rush hour all radiance wanes.
The moon,... |
|
Burial Ground (revised) |
A diamond's edge cut hard, sliced thin my... |
|
Burial Ground |
A diamond’s edges cut hard, sliced thin my... |
|
Away from His Ropes |
Gravity settles the glitter left from last... |
|
The Clock that Waiting Keeps |
Time kindles the fire,
shoots flames from... |
|
Unsettling |
I think of your body-
ashes spread over the... |
|
Jessie |
Moss hangs over your tombstone;
little... |
|
A Thousand Miles |
Our love: a thousand miles in either... |
|
The Story of Life |
The mercy of beauty is that age is... |
|
Close of Day |
The waves wash over tiny footprints.... |
|
Liberate |
Behind the maple door
engraved with... |
|
Now or Never |
Your hair was slicked back; a cool jet black... |
|
Brother |
|
|
Katelynn |
|
|
One |
One.
You pluralize the subject,
wash it... |
|
(I am a poet) |
In the light of the sun, rays pass through a... |
|
The Body |
The knees of this tree bend with haggard... |
|
The Egg |
My abdomen is imprinted with moist traces of... |
|
Phony |
Take to flight, black on carpe diem red and... |
|
Codependence |
You sit next to me because you think
I can... |
|
Hope |
It’s crucial that my world melt into slabs... |
|
Plié |
I should keep one foot in front of the other... |
|
In Dreaming |
in dreaming you meet me face to face... |
|
Message |
Message
Black holes stretch across
... |
