Don’t try to rush me. No, not floating, not aimlessly hoping to scrape the shore of comfortable. Trapped between two towering vacancies...

Writing as fast as time Gives precedence To empty rhyme See Time is much thicker, singular, sad Something not to be had But to be And...

Don’t believe Nietzsche if there’s a woman in your life. If there’s a woman walking untrailed—the wintered wood breathes so soft it...

Can I pray for things I cannot do? Can I pray for things like you? Can I ask, bequest, a second chance, A cripple trying still to dance,...

it carries like influenza this fatigue asking and realizing the pointlessness the uselessness mine, infested by self-satisfied reliance...

are you here by mistake as well? did the universe misinform you? were you wandering all alone when you were caught up in this storm?...

You’re the one I spend most of my time trying to forget exists and if I fail — what a disaster You walked by today, of all days looking...

[a reflection on identity and home] what an odd, odd village tiered and constructed across continents, across blossoming lifespans like...

It must be conscious first. Those whom you fear, befriend. Those whom you disdain, befriend. Even he who tenacious holds against you,...

A darkness whirling through woodland up and over carved rock into the central currents, a heroic severity of will breaking on the cliffs,...

i’ve never seen a grenade explode in person but still somehow i know the impersonal truth is explicit and graphic and my fine modern life...

You mistake the shadows of mountains for men They come not from the line of rock and wind Bloodied hands Have no effect On them You...

Deafening crests confine us, Here between these nylon walls. Eight feet to safety, six to the sea, Thick with ourselves refines us....

Blasted blasted sex appeal -ed to me over the roar of baseball crowds and I don’t even like the sport or its kneeling congenial heroes....

the taste of water to an unmet tongue is there a more immortal song? is there a truer way to long the bright, cold rush of being young?

Perhaps all our hearts are hardened, Mine is wood, yours is stone. Each a shackle heavy, locked and ransomed As we stumble home. We’ve...

all the love I’ve lost in weaving, weaving yesteryear at once I thought was free and fearless irrevocably cost me dear but still was...

sun-scarred eyes granite hard and grey ingrained, glittering in joyous inclusion, the wildest blooming tendrils entwine and a sea-change,...

how odd that we grow up and down at the same time when the wind airs spacious those green spaces of nothing; light — like a featherweight...

The great lesson I learned under infinite skies: Nothing is waterproof; everything dries. A cardinal corridor ‘twixt contrasting strokes,...