From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
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The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again
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…
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.
There, upon the loose dirt, I was a stone’s throw from her, Goddess Incarnate. She had snakes for hair, she had green flames for eyes,
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
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.
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,