Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Friday, April 07, 2023

Sunspot Enveloped


"...the ochre and the translucence and the whiteness may all possess more reality than the signs that mar them."

Thursday, March 23, 2023


Stars fall in warm eyes.

Zones of temperate dilation

burn cares away in damp groves.

Love's breath, like sunbeams,

spreads golden vistas. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2023


The door opens to stars above.

A goodnight kiss stabs 

my jaw like toothache.

Eve's breath dishevels hair.

Pistol in hand...

A bullet shatters her window.

She sleeps. 

Impossible a body so serene's

not dead.


Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Still Life Shade



"Perception, in its pure state, is, then, in very truth, a part of things."

Thursday, December 01, 2022


When the sweet air turns bitter

dogs bark in Occitan

and cats purr in Plattdeutsch.

Birds sing sotto voce.

My lungs, like plucked lyres,

rustle like threads thru dead leaves.

Mother has a hole in her abdomen

the size of a pugilist's fist with

the face of Jupiter's hurricane.

When the sweet air turns bitter

I sing about dogs and cats

with lost tongues as the hurricane's

bloodshot eye burns dead leaves.