at your grave

at your grave i think of two things first shakespeare, then plath my chest pressed onto the earth and all of its indifference “i am, i am, i am” is that where life is in between the spondees? between the stutter and the affirmation i am, i am, i am my heart knocks at a … Continue reading at your grave



Learning to kill for the sake of a name Right here, now, on this sugarless day. Lioness with no survival instinct Calling on the nurse to mend everything Thorn in a paw, cat cut off your tail So you’re tardy and hardly on your way Yawning yourself out of your own clothes. Healthily you say: … Continue reading ~

The End

The end of the world, it will be here soon Like some far-off earthquake Palming along and breaking into my garden hardening along the coast of Ecuador, gutting the hot rubies of Colombia. We seek shelter Tadpoleing away this right, rushing day I am here and it is there Though it gets closer. The moles … Continue reading The End


The drooling moo of a cow came from beyond the barn. The clouds palmed ahead, July dayed itself away. All was still, hot, quiet, dumb. But what I remember most: the smell of wicker, a brown moth, my shoelaces stuck in the brambles, a swelling of strings that was heard by no one. This is … Continue reading Roy


I throb like a drug thinking: Thoughts in a butterfly net How can I return to form? I still stall between two fools: My love will be barbed in spite My love will be spiked with love Make me dumb, where life is still.