[ Poetry ]
Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed.
The Dishwasher I work the constellations of soap foam as the steam rolls up like little scrolls. My wife is still asleep.
What Keeps Her Blind exchange Can’t look both ways Caved in discussions All up in the air He said she was Loose Tight percussion Kept her moving By the jukebox …
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
The Beach Smooth grey pebbles lie among the shingle like sea eggs on hard orange and yellow chips of glass Only the high spring tides wash up to …
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La …
Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
An Almost Miss Gripping our raft, with rope burns, blistering hands, under a blinding, searing sun. We float along a churning river, while Father Time draws a constant line and …
I am at the bottom of this bottle but love is nowhere to be found. The rocks spiral in the glass, illuminated by morning sun shade on me fool me …
I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting. I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so …
The keeper of my heart and fallen dreams; the tormentor of my shattered soul I need you to stop erecting mansions of doubt in my mind ... to …
I didn’t know it was you until it wasn’t. I didn’t know pain until you left me, face down, wallowing in a deep ocean of my tears You …
Friends of John Can’t clear the arterial detritus, nor shake the dull ache in the pickled kidneys. They float by my bedside, in piss-golden stasis.
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
------------------------------------------- Elon Musk’s Money ------------------------------------------- What’s the point of having all those billions if you’re not willing to invest most of it to develop a kind of liquidated virtual reality …
do you ever feel like a half a grapefruit at breakfast A sharp metal spoon keeps asking digging and scraping the sides of you and everything You’ve made and the …
------------------------------------------- An emanation of Narcissus ------------------------------------------- The Virgin with wide eyes and glossy hair the grape leaves filligreed in oaken beam add depth and heft to contingent contained thought the …
an uneven stone word round in & out but still hard to bite on. (scared it slips out my mouth) I miss your hands the leather the grease the ink …
------------------------------------------- a pit of undulating heart-shaped lights ------------------------------------------- over the looming horizon of last year we crept up to the craggy edges of great heights discussing whether the confessional impulse …