Posted in Poetry

november ii

Blue toes, blue spatters across white,
Spiderwebs through a canvas of
Inching towards a cliff’s edge,
Is this what liminal is?
Stare brave into the saxe
but don’t jump;
Wet wool has an ugly rasp.

Posted in Misc, Poetry


Where do all the books go in this house?
I swear I swallow them up and don’t spit them out. 


Posted in Misc, Poetry

12 mistakes on a monday morning

Stumble out,
the dawn is still grey, a sickly tinge cocooning your world,
but within the dead muffling is a pinprick of bright blood–

Everything is out of order:
this routine,
the coffee machine,
and the shower hisses reluctant at this early waking.

Fingers through the snarls in heavy, wet hair;
it is almost blade-sharp,
beneath the three days’ unwashed glaze,
and not even the spitting water can clean the ink spots from your fingers.

The towel wilts, smelling of yesterday,
chicken coop, not swan down,
and slickness spills you to your knees on the wet tiled floor.

Stumble out,
rinse, repeat.

Posted in Misc, Poetry


do you know what joy is?
here, let me tell you:
it is a slow dribbling lap-lap-lap of waves on shores,
little lapping rising to great swells,
pink-red noses, pink-red cheeks,
great heaving

do you know what grief is?
here, let me tell you:
it hits like the clap of thunder on a summer-charged night,
punch to the gut and flashes of light,
pink-red noses, pink-red eyes,
great heaving,

Posted in Misc, Poetry

september ii

How things circle:
Two, three, four eagles, lazy curlicues against grey clouds
Wait for their moment to strike.
I wonder what waits below them-
Did it quiver?
Did it scream?
No matter, no matter.
Late rain will wash it away.

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