Category: poetry
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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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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…
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The Saints Are All We Have Left
Woman No. 9, paper collage, 2021 we have names for souls even now it’s only a matter of time before the ghost-keeper fools us as if death won’t follow us if we never leave the ground won’t untie the kissing thread and the antidote? spray paint your failures on the walls deliver the crow from…
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The world is smaller than we are.
If the Sky was Made of Oranges, paper collage, 2021 the world is smaller than we are can’t you feel it? this kingdom of carrots is deafening these fish who swim with the deftness of newspapers who crawl to the moon with question marks on their backs i pass you on the stairs and we…
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The Eventuality of Letters (Lovers)
the light is arranged the wood is wrapped in salt i listen for the moon, keep time in a telephone booth a flower undoes itself a goldfish is dust in a field i close my eyes rekindle the sounds of oceans i am as ancient as these hips suspended between the source of life and…
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Have you forgotten the still life?
Self-Portrait with Machine, mixed media, 2021 have you forgotten the still life the apple ambling with cosmic imperfection the fish who danced for miles who grew gardens at the knees the man in corduroy trousers, the fantasies that wept like rose petals, the octopus at his feet who are we to force meaning on this…
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This Body, That I Lack
this body, that i lack perplexed, rejoicing tender as a millimeter explodes from streetlights heaves in a sea of wild umbrellas has a name? sure graffiti, sex a constellation of elephants tattooed on every forehead like a poem in its pure state stumbles, gropes, discovers battles on a staircase of desire between footfalls, signals My…
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What Show of Heads is This
i.what show of heads is thiswhat snail, what small interstitial floweris this telephone to walk on these gut-shaking lilacsthis merry-go-round of streetlightsthat unfolds before us like invisible dancersii.what signals paradise if not a doorframewhen our hearts are naked before the dove tails of eternitybefore the right hands of elevatorsand the shallow fury of archetypal hammersare…
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Mind Jewels
Mind Jewels, paper collage, 2021 whether to dance in the displaced saltwater of infinity or let the rooftops and their mercenaries of blue-eyed daffodils consume me no chance. don’t you know these orbits are without feet writing and answering without valor or purpose still. with you, i am sentimental over eternity a stampede of butterflies…
The Used Life 