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Image etched by Antoine Jean Duclos (French, Paris 1742–1795 Paris) CategoriesPoetry

That summer at the ranch, one seasonbefore Stanley hung himself in the toolshed,with rope worn from countless tie-downs–choosing his own handiwork over cancer–there was a..

I’ve never before been intosomeone with such small breastsI like my hands to overflow with themto see their teardrop formblood rushes to imagine the color..

I guess I could discuss phantoms and pharaohsand the places in between them,or rhyme schemes and what is palatable. it’s been weeksof perpetual reflection.I’ve been..

Consider the space between A  B,the middle sister nobody sees,or the last invited, all set to gobut left behind wearing a new green coat,speechless, while..

Bangkok, Thailand The white egrets in the treetuck up their legs, as still asthe noon heat. In last night’s dreammy high school flamehad been left..

When they buried me they put all my statuesIn the very ditch in which I was to be put. Next they put in my estate,Then my..

I hope morning is only a suggestion.I hope we linger in bed to memorizeSpring spilling warm sky outside,a collage of our lives as rose-lit.  I..

a night of a friday on the table next to many empty bottlesi have a penholder two packs of cigarettesa desk lamp and a notebook.on..

Zanskar, 1921 Your body will be placed on a large flat rock,High on a ridge in the mountains.The carrion birds are circling,Great wings block the..

condifluoia/ˈkɒndɪfluːɪɑ/noun: condifluoia; plural noun: condifluoia 1. the specific scent of tea leaves inboiling water when it soaks in sixstrands of freshly grated ginger on thehand-shredder,..

i’m drinking spring water in your bedroom naked head swept back and i can feel you watching my every move or memorizing my arms as..