Minor Details
We lie on a fallen beachwithin the sooty winds of the east.
What makes a war-stroke cityso human and inhuman?
Far missiles are weavingthe heavens...
Elegy
for the platform I built of untreated cedar wood planks from Home Depot, that I painted madder yellow, overlaid with Scandinavian flowers like something...
Body Horror: Biopsy
I step through a glass door to the grassy courtyardoutside the clinic waiting room. The sun shines medium.
On the ground, an iridescent...
The Other Affair
Not even the wind creates love songs equally,
For a passerby, lifting a stubborn edge of joy
From this ruddy earth with frail hands,
gathering...
Avoidance
Another soft yet adamant thing
clambers to reach you, barred
by a cunning machinery assembled
by your own disruptive hand. Go,
work until you barely feel. Ascend
and trek...
