Sweet Night Lullaby (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #26)
drop the tired fingertips, one, two, drop, and hands, arms, shoulders, neck, head; inhale, in and out, let the kneels fall by the estuary; rock one, rock two, the voyage is the now,… Continue reading
drop the tired fingertips, one, two, drop, and hands, arms, shoulders, neck, head; inhale, in and out, let the kneels fall by the estuary; rock one, rock two, the voyage is the now,… Continue reading
Today I am flustered and so I must dive toe-down into dust and shatter the glass into a whole. No exit but a spiral. A spiral of the soul into gravity. With an axe on a pendulum swinging… Continue reading
Salads’re holy food: Even carrots posses souls Divine digestion
Crushed petals testify by the terminal The onslaught of yellow-striped cabs
She brought me port; like that of her smell, tilting temptress of tequila, bitter refuge of the lost. One drink to forget, one to remember, and one witch – o helenistic goddess –… Continue reading
When I die, my epitaph will not read an obscure line from Shelley or a haiku transcribed in syllabicated verse; No — fancy rhythm or rhyme is for no poor man, and my life… Continue reading
In candle-bursted blindness, I see but silhouettes of men, their slithering shadows bouncing against a beige canopy, creeping extremities grasping and clenching and scratching as the seeping shades of bleak starlessness unpunctuated by the… Continue reading
lifeless sentinel crushed by the flailing tides refuse to falter until the waves chip off its cemented body to swim with the ocean
Even coyotes pining against cactuses howl: howl against the moon’s pained arrows; against the moon’s silver smirk; against the sweet desert breeze; in poetic wrath I roam the canyons, lone coyote and sand… Continue reading
A leaf blows home Swafting in torrents of auburn drafts Pierced through the torns