a crystallized nightmare in the form of lost time.
my feet cannot take this any longer.
i lost a hand some time ago, and my mind is sure to follow.
if i gave up now, sank my knees into the ground
and gave the hometown crowd a sight,
would i only be missed by headlines?
would my friends stare in shock and skip right along,
my face but a fraction of their psyche-
my parents would miss me but i’d...

i couldn’t tell you if it was the weather or the cold feet or the quiet but the sunset ate me up and spit me out.

did you know she taught me how to draw? guided my hands with graphite wisdom
and my thanks was never said with words.
salt sprays my chapping lips, mist mixes with morning sweat;
all this water yet i always seem to float.

trust the process as it waxes over wood,
kiss buttered breakfasts before...

i meant to come home to you but i got a bit lost,
the snow froze my feet. i am stuck.
i waited for you to find me, for that light in your
mind to miss my flame. i tried to melt the ground
with my love. i wasn’t made for the cold- i long
for sand beneath my skin, salty mist like a cloud
holding me up; but for you i would go miles,
my patroclus, my pelion, my...

every good book ever written goes unread,
fixtures on shelves, painted faces upheld
holding words they know no eyes will see.

we can’t all exist for the ages; the scrolls have no space. some of us were built for the here and now: for firework shows and the baby that has never seen so many sparks in their life, for brushes of touch that last a second or less, for phone calls and pictures never taken. some of us have...

it’s always small pains that leave me ruined,
the force of a stubbed toe on my way up the stairs,
prickled blood from a pushpin that wouldn’t stick.
the push-pull of father son,
weighted love on brittle plates
the way my mother says i eat too much
so i stay quiet. we lose grace
on grey mornings tense throats words
too loud i stumble back for this vertigo
makes me doubt every love there ever was.

my coffee was too...

with every change the light is mine
speckles of grace flash in the cracks
of parting skin
a new religion says its vow
new course in life breaks free
unhoused.

small dangers in shadows
how east meets the north
as famous figures taunt the young
hold hands with bleach-bathed truth.

home is a broken shell,
unsent texts vanish from the fold
as a smile sets into one’s jaw.
in time wounds turn grey
rivers evaporate and
mighty pain becomes a...

halfway through the start
a cataclysmic eyelid’s drop of
red on wrinkled time-
fabric long lost 
in the tenses of woven strips,
like elements of august in the breeze.
excels in golden light
as stonehenge moves closer
gathered bouquets of
bites on awkward lips.
september kissed me,
october alive,
figments of imagination
stolen and painted white:
trampled missteps
amble on, notice
a sunkissed moment
set on ancient rules outrun.

ruthless faith in my blood
ruthless watch on my world
as...

the morning was hysterically beautiful, a frenzied storm of crystal hail.
the drought sighs, arid doubts beading his brow.
extreme weather makes internal chaos seem small;
meteors of the mind pale to a dinosaur’s last memory,
and if i had one last second to live
i would hope for a beautiful sky.

a gracious wind holds my hair at dawn,
she braids it into waves-ribbons of freedom graze my neck.
i want to tell her it’s too cold today:
no...