Waking

The other lies in a stillness. Breath stirs the dark lake. Skin speaks its own language and touch is a gravity. Stay in the world. One more day.

Breathing

Choose an ink the color of finish. This is the far end of birth. Leave room in between for the story. Writing is like breathing. Put your right hand on …

Hunting Sea Ice

You caught my eye, you river of ice. You ask me no questions. I’ll tell you, peaks and valley hurricane. You howling blizzard of salt. Here is a white cave …

My Cat Jack

My cat Jack considers me every morning. He stares straight into my face as if I could tell him what I know. As if love were a circuit leaping from …

Tornado

Live in the real cries the voice at the bottom of the dial. The sky paints itself blue-black. Small animals with teeth race across the fields. Stars are rising hot …

Copay Now, Mr. Mann

Buy yourself an eye exam. Something about the teeth. A once in a blue moon body excursion. Don’t move. Let them touch you now. Let them let them let them. …

Pathetique

Sleep. Recurring dreams. Love haunting the daily. The notes arrange. The voice presents. Check the doors. Raise the baton.

Let Your Light So Shine

An implosion conspiracy. Dayglo all week long. Spray can building intricate designs of snake. The higher the wall the better. Harrow hell if you wish. You can always use the …