Junk Drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
We are poetry in motion The Giant Arc A serendipitous discoveryBends the cosmosOnce spunAtop the head of a pin A curtain of galaxies hemmed to the black Curves into a smileYou’re here Welcome to the pointA way station, a rest stopa long space and time Before moving on Beyond where star gasesOnce so compressedExplode to ignite What stands betweenthe possibility […]
Read More The Giant ArcLosing count
eyeing the scarred mixing bowl
mentally calculating weighty things
the mound of white
keeps quiet
Poking fingers trembling into the void of reason…
Read More A Ladder to SaturnA shaft of sunlight barrels through the glass and slams into the side of Caroline’s face. It glances off her ruddy cheek without apology…
Read More The Wine and Watercolors Event That Went SouthHow to get right when you’ve been wronged…
Read More Mind Your ThumbsThese are not new lines…these are ancient fissures…
Read More LinesDusk’s murky aura outlined the water tower while the sun glared defiantly at the horizon. Cornfields bereft of their cobbled bounty waved mournfully back to…
Read More A Clean Slate‘…this broken world needs you
much more than it does us
we’ve cause her too much damage
squandered all her trust…’
‘I don’t mind a little darkness
but I’ve had more than there’s a right to be…’