To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

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

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

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger

Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation

Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof