Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
Tag: death
At times, telling the truth requires
At times, telling the truth requires
saying contradictory statements
until you are understood.Read More »
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
her onto her feet, slam her into a tree,
‘til the bark cuts her back so she’s hanging thereRead More »
The Loudness of the Night
It is with urgency that the crickets chirp in each other’s gaps.
The wind rushes through the reeds on repeat,
as a lapping wave. And the owls insist
on crying out their rhetoric. Would that I had doneRead More »
The Lumberjack’s Return
This is the point of the yellow-green crayon-
the grass of this light, not too bright clearing,
the trees circled ‘round like an audience
or perfect fence, this somehow bigger than recalled
but still small enough to cradle us,
place of our memories.
Still, with the hunch in my shoulders I sense
a peripheral silence. Sure enough,Read More »
Agony
O Lord!
Someone, stop it!
The thing I would end if I could but I can’t
because I am not in control. God,
help us. Why do you let this be?
For I have heard the roar of an inhale exhale human distress
twice. I have held despair that can’t get up
off my lap, have seen anguish,
and I do not have I can I should
not, not. I, why-Read More »
On the Death of Pop Pop
Do you imagine God used his thumbs
when he formed Adam from the dust?Read More »
branches bare but for withered leaves
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a skeleton
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings gone
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a lotus cluster
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings to come
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