I came without hope in December rain Half-eaten by the circle of vultures Whose promises I refused to slurp A cast away crash landed Mid metamorphosis I merge With the city, the sky, puddle pocked streets A winter sludge creeping …
— simply the sound that begins like; lacking x-istence, complex opaque liquids, next to godliness, x-traordinary, x-communcation, xoneration of affection, crucifixion, grinding axes, constricting lariats of x-convicts, hacking to pieces, x-humation of remains, x-cavation of artifacts, life-like taxidermies, still-born after …
Our petals flare out and reach high Giving thanks for blessings of the day They are rich indeed, in rustic reds, With crested lines that seemingly leap Into the air, our petals wave Hand in hand, petal in petal We …
Somber sunny days are the paradox of life Contemplating the penitent for spite, And musing a gloating lover with such pique Wishing for the strength to dispel Hence giving ramification to grow Alluring thoughts of a commodious lifestyle With happiness …
The mad river flows, insane through layers of ancient wisdom All knowing, and carved in His creation of being, following the path of least resistance. The non-existence of time is measured in rapid currents of purity Treading against the flow …
These thickets thrashed by wailing waters leave nothing alive but a disembodied memory that scratches the walls of our most vital organ from inside out, it steals the very air we need to live We breathe the toxins left behind …
The frigid air is as cold as can be. It undresses you and freezes your bones. The ice is as bitter as the injustices of our Tribal Law and as broken as the loose promises of the Government. That blizzard …
The last poet was strangled with the entrails of the last decent man The executive looked on the 9 to 5 and said “I love the peasants of my fief!” Three feet above contradiction on the world stage The rapist …
Heaps of wool fall as she prepares for her creation, this batch she carded the week before, the same batch she dyed for days She misses teaching eager minds scraping colors off her hands boiling, blotting and stirring her wool …
