Last Look This is ice-fire, the layersof veins, crystal hard from the centurieswhich flowed & flow stillwhen touched… So us runaways, exiles, pariahs onhome turf know what blood is made in these jaggedstreams carved between the shoves, the shaming shouts … Continue reading
Counting Blessings Begin with bent brow in hands and hands unfolding,hinged doors as wings of the suddenly happy bird,hopeful as Dickinson’s in that opening,in those feathers spreading, encompassing horizons,the visions wide & present, calling to & from the soul.Now even … Continue reading
Penetration First there’s hurt, then the going glows golden, ruby in center, blue nimbus at tip. All of this whiteness motion melts sensuous, scientific, earth solid spirituous, Clay of your clay, of mine, blood beating, every nerve endings font, Each … Continue reading
A half hour, an hour. No one has to know. You can fold your hands about my wrists as though they were stems. You can hold your arm about my back, the shoulders, the hips/ and lean me right over. … Continue reading
Grey eyes, wolf’s, cold steel in the glint with fire behind, steel of a new street grid, a warmth in that whiteness glowing gold through the black of its own holocaust…. Tender yet, it is animal fragrant, mortal through the … Continue reading
Tell us about your journey towards becoming a poet. In hindsight, my journey seems to be about dubious reservation vs. obsessiveness in spite of that. Once I started doing work on a fairly regular basis I can’t recall there ever … Continue reading
To know another’s pain & plunge further, to explore, to hold it, a pistil flowering within… To know consolation as desire & find the boomerang of it returning the same on passion’s Catherine Wheel, that rack too of roses suddenly … Continue reading