I’ll hold up your firmament with you, for you, for you, & I’m not afraid now of my name becoming wind, or earth, or yours.
Starfish; Desert; The Fire; The Message; Cold Nights
Going Through Imprints From Summer
I gave thanks to the summer gods, who put us together, and didn’t question the cause, and processed my flummoxed adolescent emotions in Meat Loaf songs.
At Your Service
My job is to give you a fine dining experience. The one where you cackle at my playful banter and leave nothing but cookie crumbles on the booth, a token of your humble gratitude.
Spring Nocturne, April 2022; Poissons (Sans Pains), Avec Du Vert, Etc. (upon Picasso’s Night Fishing in Antibes, 1939); Lush Life; Go Fish
It’s still sleeping-off the hoarfrost, heat drying wet night air, brute & fowl tucked into dwarf cottonwood, chollla...
A Conversation Between a Scorned Mistress and a Useless Widow; Stone Fruit; Mary Janes; Five Stages of the Moon
I. I am the scorned mistress, says the scorned mistress nakedly. She gives up the brilliant golden burnish of girlhood in the time it takes for the motel bathwater to run dry.