The Bone Locker

Barking dogs wake the body. The night-moon roams. Breathing.  Dream-ache. Feet leave the bed. Knees work their miracle. Wait.  Speech will unlock the mouth. Names come unbidden. Then the past.  It is …

Body

Each leg, each arm has a name. Trails lead across the chest. Hands are antennae, always seeking.  Lips can swell with passion.  The throat vibrates and voice will come. Put …

Go Back, Pilgrim

Remembering is a steep climb to a box sealed in granite. Raise your eyes.  There is new weather heading East.  Hand over hand is best.  Call out my name–I may …