From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
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
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…
Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number and meaning to frequency
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
With certitude was the stove on th… as it always was, warming my feet… next I was on the floor and it flo… and then flashed to a different po… upside down
As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…
I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World
death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying
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