Words
to william
Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can...
Stretch of the West
Sit with legs extended, flex your feet.Breathe in to raise your arms, grow tall. Breathe outto fold your body forward, hold your...
If I Could Fight
Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race
It’s getting...
What I saw
I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty,...
en el camino con angelitos
L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye
No Language
For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning...
the form of a tempest
and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of...
Another Black Floyd
George, I don’t know how many of us are herewho share your Texas lineof long chocolate bodieswho can dance on and off...
No such thing
Fate rides on fiery tracks
as the warmth of the flame
creeps from underneath the doortell...
