From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
I thought for sure I was dejected… but in slipped a delusion of grandeur, victory— I garnered admiration,
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,
I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to
Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,
Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it
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,
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.
The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating