From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche Something difficult to speak about
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.
To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.
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…
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
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
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
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…
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof