Visiobibliophobia: Fear of Social Media
Dealing with The Muse; The Great Depression; Woodstock 50; Highfalutin; Visiobibliophobia
Debby; Play By Play; Not Fade Away
And if you fade, fade as slowly
as a deeply bruised shoulder.
Black and purple come first
then livid blue then a lash of yellow.
Ritual of Tale-Telling; For Each Soul Umade; A New Sky Beams; Postmortem for a Finger Withered Out
There is no tale-teller, no bagpipe to thread these words in rhythms: sounds, seizures, thoughts that linger and bloat a mind.
Balancing; Another Heatwave; Stake Out; In the Glitter Pattern
You say you want to know, that a god should put all their stuff behind those eyes, all your heaven, a whole sun —plasmatic and self-consuming— attached in one weird head.
Dirt is Soil; Friend Request; Musician at the Reunion; Rendezvous; The End of Summer
You don’t even have a lawn,
yet you present yourself, a violin in one
hand, bow in the other, head back in
song, the only who of us who’s free.
Dreams of Jack Burney; The Dream; We Are Still Here; Prairie Wind; She Waits
Kiss those hands Your prose stained hands
We breastfeed and suckle