From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
#warbread
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about
Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
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.
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
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…
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
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.