heaven and earth between us orbits never aligning cold and lonely heart of space star crossed lovers lost
Month: May 2021
Lost Hours
waking to see the day is lost scattered to the wind beyond the plains of dreams forgotten behind lids of eyes scorched and bloodshot wincing light peeking through falling dark once more hours chased away by ravenous sleep swallowing whole all of today tomorrow bleeding through the veil lifted caught in the palm of lost…
Blood and Milk – A Cento
her kiss was like an adder’s fang all naked in the moon. beak into it. it would hover there, ghostly still, the blood and the milk hidden their release wetting ours – then, as if breathing, the sea swelled beneath us. if you must know anything it truly must take nothing but grief to turn…
The Field – A Cento
i approach a field. a black piano waits cypress and golden rose, plucked at the chill sunsetting, laurel, amaracus, and dark december vine on the uncovered flesh of anyone brave going back to the root is stillness chilled in the path of darkness asking to be bent, taken by firelight freedom from fear, purity of…
Crying With the Wind
i sat by the window and it was cold that night but i let the air in anyway billowing past ruffling my blackout shade thudding with a rumbling rippling until at last settling once more on the chipping egg white of the pitted frame – it made me uncomfortable but i found comfort in that…
Finding It
if i ever make it i’m not sure how i’ll take it – will i find myself humble magnanimous gracious in victory or perhaps flaunt my good fortune sinking sparkling silver knives and forks into prime cuts of only the most savory meats tossing scraps into the bowls of mangy mongrels who scorned me –…
Second Stage – A Hybrid Cento
we watch and we are always here – fog everywhere. fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. darkness gathers all around. As the streetlights by the river…
At Least
she messaged me for awhile but i guess she lost interest in me a sharp pain explodes in my chest however briefly replaced soon with numbness i don’t know if it’s more of shame or disappointment of bleeding heart or bruised ego wounded pride turns to cool indifference and the heat in my cheeks fades…
Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento
she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…
Flesh and Desire – A Cento
dear doll made soft fleshy marionette in the window, dancing don’t display what people desire recognize beauty and ugliness is born let thy actions then be pure, free from the bonds of desire. – thy birth was after the birth of the sun: the birth of the sun was before thine. my darling, my darkening…
Piecework Prose 