From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
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
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
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,
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… An early advent of unseasonal heat and the moment of festival and mat…
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.