Tuesday, January 14, 2020


Blue skies and rising seas,
Yellow leaves and blades of grass,
Exquisite as the scaffold
and tyrant's severed head.

Thursday, January 09, 2020

The Hulks

  I'm never the shipwreck,
    but ever the wreckage
    Lyre like lungs sails
       plucked by tides
       and sea monsters

    Bones rotting wood
      dismantled by the
     vale of briny tears
  From these depths
  the Sun wanes pale
   as an unreachable
     pill promising


Friday, January 03, 2020


Shackled in shame behind the Sun,
thoughts ripened
by everlasting night
and set on vengeance,
He returns from exile.

He craves
all living flesh
that mocks Him.

His hunger never sated.
No rest until,
belly bursting,
splitting a grin,
everything taken,
proudly He leans back
pruning the masticated.

Thursday, December 19, 2019


"En ce temps que j'ay dit devant/Sur le Noel, morte saison,/Que les loups se vivent de vent/Et qu'on se tient en sa maison" Fran├žois Villon, Le Lais.

Monday, December 02, 2019


Dusk unadorned
                             (shade figures
                              all bodies in
                              brooding relief)
awaits opulent Nyx.

She lets her hair down
                                      (festooned with diamonds
                                       sometimes dimmed by
                                       a large pearl brooch)
and untangles splendor.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Cradle Moon

"...and in the soft, pale brilliance of the night she sensed a preternatural stirring, the tremor of impossible hopes, as though bliss were on the breeze."