I would like to be the sleep that finds you before dawn fallen into me. I wish you could go to sleep as others do with thoughts of only morning in the fabric of your mind. I would like to be that comfortable around you with all the history your memory could knit. I would… Read More Aubade

Not Tall Enough To Reach

God gets heavy-handed with his realm when what he loves Breaks open. It might have been an accident, but as he flicked his Paper-football sun in between the narrow concrete streets to watch it Bounce on and off the mirrors we have built around us like a box, Its cardboard body missed a turn and… Read More Not Tall Enough To Reach

girl: boy: they: them:

Girl: says “Columbus” but no, that’s not where she was born, &nbsp&nbsp&nbspshe’s only been there since she was five, &nbsp&nbsp&nbspcloses her eyes and feels the gridwork of the city, &nbsp&nbsp&nbspbut is quick to check that it isn’t veins on the back of her hands, &nbsp&nbsp&nbspstomach lurches with the roll of the fields outside her home,… Read More girl: boy: they: them:

Tantalizing Paradise

Lingering &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspfugitives, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsplet us             choose &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspour tortures &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspand &nbsp&nbsp&nbspinvented torments. &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspthe gorgeous &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspkings &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspsat,                 raised &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspfrom despair beyond                    insatiate, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspdisplayed &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspbeside &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsptheir &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspunenvied thrones, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspthe highest places &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspwhere there is &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspno &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspportion … Read More Tantalizing Paradise

Tomb Junction

Stargaze at the edge of the fallow land where Sun meets Earth meets Sky: Rollicking hills rolling out a red carpet for celebrities of the celebrated plain; planes dusting in the distance, waterfalls on top of withering wheat the shade of dead lemons left out in the heat. Melancholy hymns of a fiddle carried like… Read More Tomb Junction

new moon poems

Day 1 New moon and new blood, the cycle starts afresh. I writhe & gasp & try to bury myself in sheets, lie curled and adrift in the ocean of my bed. I cling to pillows. My legs spread. New moon and new rain, the storms whirl through; the skies open up and my body… Read More new moon poems

February, pt. II

Listen: The sparrow still Beats its wing’s Time in Signature, outpacing The steady thrum Of your racing Heart. You press your Temple to the pane, Heat rolling from Cheek to glass, Clouding the surface Smooth, now, Smooth And grey rime – Proof that You are living, still. Today, your morning Cup of coffee tasted Like… Read More February, pt. II

You Cannot Cleanse What is not Dirty

I was 4 years old when Babi showed me Every scar of every branch of every tree in the world. A funeral of flowers Kissed the bodies in the bags. Flags of red fused with flesh. Sobs of those innocent, stolen, Danced in the forever of a frightening wind. Babagjyshi stood in front, behind His… Read More You Cannot Cleanse What is not Dirty

What the World Thinks of Perfect Halves

When the comet split into two I watched it fall in suspended motion held in time as if guided by an imaginary hand pushing one wave over the next in a slow descent – then, finally a crash, somewhere off-site shrouded by the thick canopy – an exhale so dense, such heat, it fogged up… Read More What the World Thinks of Perfect Halves


Eve: the sweet sex, her deep engendered debt; descent remembered, she ever regretted her greed, her tree, her theft, her hell. He (pressed sleeves, stern) pledges he’ll never sleep ere she meets the terms he expects: kneel, tremble, weep, bleed. Endless dresses shelter née-free knees (flesh tempts the men); the temptress – decent – detests… Read More femme