You Make Me Real

Some are oblique Some can only be seen in the lips and tongue. Movements of the eyes. the angle of a mouth. the two being as an internal body as they traverse connect with the same superficial atrophy A few fun facts about this poem-collage combo: the text comes from a single page in Gray's [...]

Evolution of a Smile

a question mark among unfinished foliage a conundrum on flowerless knees these ankles are hyperboles these elbows announce themselves with the urgency of clouds on a horseless afternoon after all it’s only rock ’n’ roll a cheshire cat and a moon playing ping pong with your eyes like two spoons waiting their whole lives for [...]

Wilderness Found

i have so many reasons to love myself beneath the refuge of this sun-less spoon-less sky this twisted armor of safety pins this nucleus on a road-less bronze-less forehead a name that i cannot remember an astros the solitude of stray horses drinking winding thoughts beneath a leg-less moon this form-less rhythm-less bicycle this accidental [...]

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 [...]

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

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 [...]