the pages of an open book like some repetitive chant that i want to remember permanently, as a vital sense of pause i can use to decorate time, and must i fear formlessness or those urgent   motions in the senses, and i am sad in all this learn...

At first, the world seems muffled, swaddled in four new inches of blanketing white- pristine, silent. But, as I methodically scrape, lift, dump- the dharma of digging out, sounds of birds penetrate the snow’s quiet: “Caw, caw!” Then a burble of the ...

I don’t want her to die, again and again in the elevator up, surely God will pay attention on the sixteenth refrain. I will resurrect her years later, she was a runner, as though it explains everything, in a dorm room curled on my side with my arms ...

Like the charcoal rose that chases your arm,    You beautifully pierce with translucent thorns.    Under a golden sun with rays as charms           We burned with bewitchment...

what am i  if i run out of ideas if i say the wrong thing one too many times if i can’t pick up the phone if i look the same forever if i can’t escape my mind if i don’t give more than i receive if i don’t say yes if i don’t say yes yes pl...

The moon overlaps. Walking the line between the sky; Its overgrown overcast melts into My spliff’s haze and the Earth; its wisps of wheat braiding into Gold at the bristles. To wave in the wind as Twilight’s mountains get a second sun.   In dea...

        Ace Lawrence is standing a couple feet away from where I sit on the stoop of my Kissimmee Airbnb. It’s spring break of my senior year of college and Ace and I are smoking Newport 100s. I’m still on my ...

1. Touch is one of five senses. A feeling we all interpret. 2. The childhood joke that never gets old: “I’m not touching you!” “I’m not touching you!” It’s so close you think you can feel it, yet it’s still so far. 3. That gentle graze of confusion....

Jaw stuck on an ecstatic vision of a yellow house white trim like a wedding cake–   inside a cutting board with            a           &nbs...

Sitting at the edge of heavenly waters, breathing in the lukewarm whisper between downpours, sipping at the luscious calm of a condo pool jilted for the summer. Swinging my legs slow as steampunk claws mining blue wavelets for meaning, for oxygen. D...

After the rain the forest is damp and our soft bodies ache for these mossy footpaths. Chronic pain turns to velvet. Trees greet my denial with steady thrumming. Even the evergreens acknowledge their condition. Fir needles fall from your hair and cir...

after breakfast, it is cloudy and the water seems to be talking something cross and the seagulls answer with their calls.   But this is not a sullen morning. Sometimes, we all awaken in our emotions. The sea wears it on its face.   We laug...

If kisses could save kid(ney)s,                                     &...

Life Extension: For Saint Joan 1 / I was one of several caretaker friends for Joan during her final illness. She lived alone in Point Loma, an ocean-hugging suburb of San Diego, our shared hometown. She was well into her eighties, and for her last ...

It’s pseudo-spring and my neighbor down the road is in the very human ritual of spring cleaning. His name could be Jerry, John or Jeff. The name doesn’t matter, though I notice I’m doing the very human action of assumption. In this case, I am both a...