Category: poetry
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Impromptu Butterfly
today, i force myself to do nothing a legless meditation an impromptu butterfly an unintended woman tiptoeing around a garden daffodil in body and in soul i am struck by the commas in her hair a satellite in empty shoes reminding us what we’re capable of
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Feeding June
(revised from an earlier version) there are no answers; only instruments a butterfly, a tango, an empty glass a river, scandalous and electric summoning the voice of god under a wild oak tree every pleasure has a reason every body tears itself apart: to be sacred, and then die again as the best of rebels […]
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Handlebars
i. an armchair doesn’t attach to life a cactus doesn’t make promises doesn’t shed tears over lemonade or wet suitcases this secret we’d rather forget what is eaten what is remembered ii. adrift on wood imagining we’re freer now than we used to be that this is inevitable the houses we used to live in […]
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The Rule of Touch
The Rule of Touch, mixed media collage, 2022 we are destroyed by what is possible the first rule: hands and only hands are an eternal source of lightning they’ll show you themselves the line that traces your chin from one button to another one is naïve one blossoms like a moth torn from a paintbrush […]
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Grafitti in the Dark
every body has its secrets like a sun that isn’t where it ought to be a palm tree is nothing short of revelation an apostrophe of limbs, a confession spray painted on a window– matter is the genesis of form the slow iteration of a Sunday afternoon the epistemology of traffic lights is an exodus […]
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It Has Come to This
Pieces No. 13, paper collage, 2022 and in the end, there is only this mysterious absence fitful as a question-mark: an apple core, a fishing wire—a note to myself all that you love is waiting on the other side of paradise a form in the mirror the wheels have turned cold a symphony outran itself […]
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Much Less Rarely Spoke to Me
Much Less Rarely Spoke to Me, paper collage, 2022 nothing belongs to anything else your hands aren’t where they used to be your legs made of bridges a quartet, a coffee table your mind is a paperweight an infantile moon bending its eyes to the wilderness …but the number 13 a swan on its ankles […]
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I Had Been Wise to Leave
I Had Been Wise to Leave, paper collage, 2022 history had a brother at the card table. a girl. a lonely crossroads romanticized in crude floors, I had been wise to leave. Prints for the artwork above are available in my Etsy shop.
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In the Present Tense
Pieces No. 6, paper collage, 2022 in the present tense an insomnia full of streets a sunrise that grows larger i saw the same face in a parking lot a ladybug, a flower, and a dream our souls dress in old clothes and float through the cracks in a rented mango tree in a lamp […]
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Pieces
Pieces No. 3, paper collage, 2022 where do you go when you discover yourself? where the night comes in where silence engulfs our bodies like a hammer i close my eyes and i am unborn i lie down with the bell of the oyster i am the voice of a poet who wanted to but […]
The Used Life 