hou yi goes to the field to see his far distant loved one
your ebb and flowform waves of trays;i’m lost withinyour sultry gaze. sometimes we sleep or wake,but now in limbo,cracked moonlight rakingthrough autumn leaves. we eat…
Category: Poem
Oslo, 1952
a mitten for my hand a mitten for my shoe a flask of coffee-brandy-brew chubby men bobsled, in multiples of two cross-contryers glide like…
The Most Beautiful Poem
everybody is a poem they write about themselves aren’t there are enough sad poems in the world already? go ahead, change the world don’t…
At any given moment
I picked her up from the clinicShe held up the paper bag andshook itSize of a purseshe was to pop 8 a dayto preserve herAnd…
wounded
do whatever you want with me whatever you prefer i am a little wounded animal missing chunks of fur, scars down to the bone *…
snow in deep valley
she asked me what snow was like. i told her it wasas soft and whiteas her bed sheets. when she askedhow cold felt, i put my…
midnight street sojourn
we stood in the street like scarecrows,our arms outstretchedas if to catch the breeze. i walked.i walked until the sky scorched my face with memories,down…
the sun is but a youth in your backyard
i expect on my traversealong the rushing pathslanting across the horizoni’ll come to know you,but if i don’t then i will stand outside your house,the…
fallen from grace
“You have been severed from Christ, you who are seeking to be justified by law; you have fallen from grace.”— Galatians 5:4 if you fall,…
shadows in the rain
(black rain)you and i—we are the tree’s black shadows on the pavement only bonesmelted into stained glass after the big flash Please rate this Rate…
Who’s lying?
I feel stuck in time Not just in time, but in a time One where we’re laying down facing each other Holding hands next to…
a star burnt out
it is hesitantly in that ochre eveningI present you with a dead star,rotten gold dust peeling from the hopeI’d placed so carefully in the sky.…
one nail and you’ve had it
the red volvo—the car she once droveand all he can do is swearas he sifts through a bag of nails,they’re mixing all togetherfalling on the…
stop crying to the ocean
Eyes. Ocean spray. Clear, blue fun. ImposingFoamingSands, hotter than hell.My hands, water. A burst ofsalt on my skin. Water.A shell, convolutedhighly complex. IntricateOccasionally devious.Warm devilry,…
About Me [a bro-ography, obviously]
what is the opposite of down, brothermandude? my good dawgologist broman’da-dude-us-rex, whilst greetings are great, mine palm seeks a five point skin-to-skin connection, down-low or…
clear blue stuff
Your eyes an ocean spray;Clear blue fun. Imposingand foaming Sands hotter than hellMy hands, water. A burst of salt on my skin.A shell, convolutedhighly complex,…
Breathless
Of course she’s not dead. Laid in a state of grace. Resting before she’s called back among us all. A little paler perhaps. Hands resting…
Leave me
Whenever I find myself, lost among the crowds of memories, of these last few yearsI am overcome with the realisation, of long forgotten laughter and…
C. S.
as if the dark’s were never in your shadowsand even they knew, what it meant to shine, darkly grace in mixtures of ugly, and Iinconditely taste…
2:58am and still in love
speak to me,I forget so easily, I miss your voice once more… I can see us,where all the other people see,and believe love should be,too far &…
Morphine peaches and honey
Morphine, it’s peaches and honey I feel as heavy as the setting sun And my heart, deformed by the left lung Strung up on a…
Morphine peaches and honey
Morphine, it’s peaches and honey I feel as heavy as the setting sun And my heart, deformed by the left lung Strung up on a…
Looking German
They were all bigger than me and said I looked German. This was 1953, sweets may or might not have been rationed, not to mention…
A Steady Hand
It has been a while since I have bled Laying open these thoughts and frustrations As I remind the man in the mirror every morning…
in times of war
this is your gunload, aim, fire,what you’ll dothought, focus, ire,in times of warone does what one’s desire this is your ragefuel, yearn, shame,when ripped openall…