Verdure shifts into cranberry, pumpkin, corn-colored sparks and ascends into memory; rain-soaked bark
Autumn Lines
From Dust; If You Build It; Prints All Over It; Franchise; Spoor
The important question is the layout of the palace. I have no training and go about it all wrong, façade first. The thousands of curved balconies, arched windows – how to avoid cyclopean boredom?
Crooks
They dream too of his multitude of shoes for all terrains – bar the one he has to tread – and wishful readings of his mauled life take on one of their own, being young and hopeful and having futures.
My Crows; Monody to the Murmuring Mountain; Clefting; On My Birthday & Off
Between two high notes The melody gives a crack Long enough To allow my entire selfhood to enter Like a fish jumping back Into the night water
The Weather; Seen Them; We’ll Catch Them
Lives, whole lives coming and going playing out their brief journey just like that
Missing but in the Margins; Even for a Poem; In the Time of Upside Down; An Accompaniment to Last Evenings
The hand that touched the paper That moved the ink with inner light.