Grandfather keeps a box of matchsticks in his pocket. I watch him as a child watches the unfamiliar, fearful, fascinated, watch the casual flick of his wrist, the spark, and then the smoke. I never liked his smoke. Mother blames my bad luck on the absence of water in my name, the abundance of fire.… Read More for everyone I’ve lied to about my fear of fire

This is the spell to hold him off. Coffin nails, a candle, a mason jar filled with cool water, a photograph bent. Hold a pendulum over the face counterclockwise. In the city everything is so unbearably close, he and I so unbearably close that every beard on the subway makes me shake, the kind of… Read More Binding Spell

He is a smooth stone pillar He is a pleasant tranquil tomb I turn cloudy like earth yawns from the bank and breathes into the current Slide over, slick claws graze the pebbles face the wall face the spring feel the echo of his eyes resounding in space Warm sunlight cools on my back Ripples… Read More Gray Green Man

waking up in an abandoned parking lot to the singing of birds perched atop the branches of magnolia trees and 4 missed calls. finding subtle comfort in how piled in pink the leaves seemed almost real; drawn and casted by some corporation focus-testing whimsy. standing in the shadowtree, tinted rose and fastened at the eyes;… Read More insofar as home