Bottle I poured out my tongue, undid the cork,my lungs blew breath, words formed a frothbouqueted a cup in what I meant,like oil dripped, I drank them up,I gave my cheeks to them. That did inspire wine, a prayer was … Continue reading →

Walk in Kilns One cry up it sounds like light,Octaves, voice and notethat shine in halls where fingers callAnd voices are heard through walls. The Plain debris of pastDigs down in rock. A crusty topof cries and groans take offfor … Continue reading →