From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
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
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
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 feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about
So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care
Brian and I were driving through… which is another name for Indianap… somewhere in South Broad Ripple, a dicey zone and the neighborhoods… we slowed up through a street line…
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,
Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
I still know what it is to dance, I won’t discount romance, and if I like how it looks, I’ll eat it or wear it
You can ask to be shown, opened unto a dimension, swirling, sickening realm. But, woe unto thee fleshly being, dare ye enter that perilous gate
