Early in this evil year comes autumn. I walk in the fields at night, the cold wind at my hat, the rain rattles…And you? And…
Affettuoso (After Caravaggio)
Watcher – this, your face pink-cheeked with abandon. This your hidden, thrumming hand. This, your wine-shadowed longing draped over his shoulders, laid flush against the…
An aubade (UH4 LHR-IAH)
We must not speak now of etherized spread- eagle evenings fading skin histories from violent to -et to rose-risen blush. We must not rush now…
Ed’s Story
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Ed owns the road. I don’t. And he does the hard work. You can tell that by the cracks in his hands. He looks…
Poetry: “San Francisco (1956)”
San Francisco (1956) woman, child of narcotic sleep, woman, two hands holding the slippery, deserter sea. she’s going to another horizon, she’s leaving; it’s…
Poetry: “Fall (SpaceShipTwo)”
I am nine miles above you and falling fast once iron groans and peels away from me and strapped to this rock I am…