From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
It’s good here Decapitate me here This moment perfect astounding unknowing Faith in God not necessary
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.
When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.