I’m sick and tired of how and whenWe’re short of money so make it, then. -Faust pt. II Pulp, wet and left with traces,Staining hands like wounds would. The fuel of the turnscrew: … Continue reading Circulation
Poetry
Drafts: Dirty Poems
I.The slush engraved with tire tracks translucence, muddying the purity of a shitstain Earth boils, makes smoke Rises up through the snow A bootprint, a coal mine, a smokestack These natural states of things That ensure no clean slates They impress They are washed away They … Continue reading Drafts: Dirty Poems
Published Poetry in Former People
I have just had the pleasure of having two poems, "A Blood Song" and "While Others Sleep," published in the online Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers. You can give them a read on their website. They do good work and have plenty of great pieces besides mine, so please take a look … Continue reading Published Poetry in Former People
A Time of Smoldering Wicks – A Poem
The weight of the ocean floor Pulls at your bones. Bees singIn your ear canal. We now liveIn a time of smoldering wicks.Things, undefined, come to A close. The threshold is neverCrossed; they sink away, andLife becomes a gradient. A letter is pressed to paper Again, again, it is grown pale.Even in type, things turn … Continue reading A Time of Smoldering Wicks – A Poem
Unfinished Canto of Blood & Crystal
Atop the frozen river breaks footstepsThe caravan of rags, thrown from estatesCarried by wind and settled on pathsAhead a horse, rearing, breaks through iceThere is no ground on which to runAll is fragile, shuffling and unsteady they moveThere is no savior where tiptoe may break glassSkin tears from frost, thrashingProduces a long, tender threadIn two … Continue reading Unfinished Canto of Blood & Crystal
Pen and Screen 