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
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New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
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
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
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
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
In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem
Twenty-four years come midnight. Reflecting on some forty that left the day before, across the world. God knows, One would hope. Vapid, televised, white paint running. It once mattered to, with a drop of sadness, believe in nothing. What nostalgia for weeping in these times of concrete slabs that crush us bearing selfish, despairing grins. Engraved manifestos. … Continue reading In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – 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
Merchant of Joy – A Poem
Merchant of Joy Hollow by the river just some miles from Riggins Lee and I work to the bone to make sure everyone is happy parading in dishwasher’s gloves and big glassy bug-head masks barefoot through the tall grass and brambles never minding the cuts we play mandolin music on the radio while we make our way naked … Continue reading Merchant of Joy – A Poem
Pen and Screen 