Category: Poetry

I am feeling Onward and multi directionalI am realizing I am painThat sits with the CircleAnd unlearns Mother’s teachings mischief? No goblins nowjust orcs with jobs to doand slit-finding knife tang wordsin our Grandfathers’ backs my future?In friends’ handsLike she did mine makethe lovers’ heartssnap and vanish Am love?only ifthe Onecould beme

There is at least one boy who prayed that his wedding would be misunderstandings interrupted by obsessions but instead found every moment with her as certain as the river stones and sea glass she polished from his bones with appreciation alone. There is at least one man who stares at the cornflower mountains overlapping infinite…

If I did itI’d do you firstsparing the next onethe note would read“imagination is a maladaptation” fingernails in the bone ashburied half of youthe women shudderand move on“let go” whips of memory and attentionmolar sharp but twisted necka drug mimics and mufflessurrendering“deal with the harm” If love was believableit wouldn’t need so much evidencethe women…