From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
Brian and I were driving through… which is another name for Indianap… somewhere in South Broad Ripple, a dicey zone and the neighborhoods… we slowed up through a street line…
I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to
The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time
death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying
So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.