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…
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…
Has Had Paradise: A Poetry Collection. Available Now.
I am very, very excited to announce that Has Had Paradise, my second poetry chapbook, is now available to order on Etsy. This carefully curated collection represents 20 of the most sensual, philosophic, and polished poems I have written to date. The cover art is a handmade collage (made by me). Each book is printed…
Light Dreaming, paper collage, 2021 i mean in terms of syllables this memory is an affliction like a sky that isn’t brave enough to bloom there is no ladybug, no misfit planet to walk in only these consonants which sprout up in every waking direction wings of the gods at their feet Art prints for…
Has Had Paradise: A Poetry Collection (and Other Announcements)
You may recall that I announced, about two months ago, the possibility of a forthcoming poetry chapbook. You may also recall that I intended to call it, Flight of the Paper Birds, the concept behind which was a revival, or a breathing new life into, my older work. It’s a nice idea, I think, and…
A bluebird is a sonata.
a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
Lost Without Words
Lost Without Words, paper collage, 2021 middayor,a palm treein absolute movementa butterflyand an infantryracing throughsuburban streetsbecome enormousat the mention of their entwined realitythis is and is not a gesture of sudden extravagance:a seashell and a monument a dense underworld of dandelions thathurls itself through the foot-holes of spaceis an unblemished metaphorfor a life worth living
The bicycle spins madly on.
(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a…
At Eleven, My Lover’s a Moon
how much is too much? the anatomy of a driving car a mandolin with no rain at eleven, my lover’s a moon his favorite t-shirt’s yellow he spills coffee on the eggshells of the great cosmic mystery this might not sound significant but it could be if pigeons were paragons of infinite sadness if rainbows…
Woman with Hummingbird and Clock
Woman with Hummingbird and Clock, paper collage, 2021 to photograph the face of a woman who has no face, but a world buried deep in an exclamation mark as if to say, “this desire is my body” the native wall vanishes a poem germinates from the grimace on her forehead vertebrae of time hummingbird wind