“...how indifferent is the wonderful work of the world.”

When he calls me, my living room will shatter around me. The mirrors are fractured with waiting already. My life will follow his words....

For J.B. Harlan 1 My love, is it the devil or the saints that lead you back into your faith when, all along, the reason why you came was...

These are the words of a woman in metamorphosis. Listen to this: even as I stand before you now, strands of chaos appear – gouged from...

We see our ending as bonfire-light: wind-tossed, sputtering, smoky. She moves away, an angst trailing behind: a wake of breadcrumbs, a...

her body of smoke to her was ash spread upon the face of disciples: a soft nothing resigned and obscene asleep in the back seat degrading...

for D.M.F. There are times it becomes painfully obvious that you are a novelist’s son: when the words you feed to me come off as...

I move past you, back into a history of me: narcissist theory drips from my lips, a harlequin fountain, for I have been listening again...

In a sea where mathematics marries intrigue, I swallow water; you falter & tumble. Shapes unwind into a subtle summer night, a shade more...

Last night, I dreamt I slit my stomach open with razor and scalpel to the sound of triangles and cyclic percussion. Concussed by hot...