From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
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…
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?
As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company
Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it
