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

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

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