I’m excited to share that I’ve had three poems - “Tenant,” “The Base From Which I Have Grown,” and “A Moment Before the Second Big Bang” - published by the excellent Unlikely Stories Mark V website. You can read them here, and check out the other excellent writing, art, and creative output on their website. … Continue reading New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
Poems
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
Friendship – A Poem
When I was thirteen I resolved myself to become an alcoholic And with trembling fingers snatched glass bottles From the high-up cabinet after school. My stomach, I remember, turned Nervously, as though I had already been drinking. But the taste of air above the rim was enough To get me sick. Even now My lips … Continue reading Friendship – A Poem
Cherub Street- A Poem
Cherub Street They say if you go on a Full lit night down to Cherub street, Past the sundown There is a woman with Rotted pettycoats And arms so thin the Veins are bulging worms, who Carries a bell jar she uses To trap moonlight. They say If you ask her how It tastes she will … Continue reading Cherub Street- A Poem
3 Drinking Poems
3 Drinking Poems i Shattering the surface of - what? What is here? A cup of tea, a shivering hand This is no disturbance Merely the continuation of what is, what things are Raised to the lips it slips from the Thick, calloused thumbs He can feel the rubbing The pull away from every ridge … Continue reading 3 Drinking Poems
Escanciador – A Poem
Escanciador I love to the taste of an apple core Hard and full of seeds like teeth An inconvenient poison of time Hardly digestible Stuck in throats Willing to grow once poured away Properly and with care Gone with the demands of tradition I bubble in silt
Pouring – A Poem
Pouring Everyday I am bleeding Awash I travel Like a cloud of snakes A gorgon's head through rivers I may not congeal Upon the floor I lie shallow As deep as footsteps I rush away But every stream comes To a head
All Around an Ocean – A Poem
All Around an Ocean In the sky the tea is burning My mouth flooding with sores and cuts That came from the rims of plastic cups My glasses are on the table I want to grip them and squeeze The world until it all blurs and nothing can be seen anymore I recall a time, … Continue reading All Around an Ocean – A Poem
Pen and Screen 