Alone, again, again alone. In coldness gazing at the phone. It doesn’t ring. There’s darkness there inside her chest, a shadow ghostly brightly shown by a scan that penetrates each brittle bone.
Quadriptych, Petersen Events Center – Editor’s Pick
The significance of a few short minutes.
Our world is a mason jar being shaken,
Contents whirled up, coating the panes,
Surfing along the flat of the lid, mixed...
Starfish; Desert; The Fire; The Message; Cold Nights
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.
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...