Morning Song

i’ve found out what you’re like in the mornings when the sun loses its curve and slenderly the jubilant sky drops its cunning, feathering a cleave in your bright-eyed denim and only your needing fingers can bring me to swift god-given silence just beneath the supreme intelligence of my hips (and which i hope you [...]

Kitchen 99

Original artwork by T. Blake there was a crack in a pipe above the wall where the sun exposed its side, a pattern like a spider’s web, a net that cast the glare of the sand over a turquoise stone, an eye in a cave caked with seaweed, a fissure in the parapet where the [...]

White Apple

the speaker in this scene is a woman who lives in a house in the center of the desert with a tilted doorframe and a turntable stuck on repeat (Hall & Oates for days) and adjacent to a wall papered with clocks that have no face, a little wooden bar where she serves all the [...]

Blue Elephant

the morning is flat and has a face, a two-pronged smile and a trunk full of gold, eyes cutting like electric diamonds through the haze the sunrise is magnetic and has teeth, i awaken sharpened and ready for flight, a horde of feathered blue elephants painting clarities across the sky i rub my eyes and [...]

Halo

there was under the bridge halfway between 7th and Broad a mural in three scenes that coated the air like a prism a concrete mosaic made of glass and stone that sat next to a skyscraper with no soul a portraiture of infinite variations a half-moon a blue jean dream a wall to shut from [...]

Speakeasy

the night was a sunken treasure chest  and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways  with a swinging light, walls like a  green dream made of sand,  a single, red bar and  two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]

Lady Blues

a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut  exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed  the bed a heart races  in the aftermath [...]