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for Thom Foster, the titler of this poem 1. Sun angled on intense white snow seizes the eyes as prisoners. The cell is lonely. It lacks the necessary memory of other cells— genetic codes inscribed upside down or backwards— deviant … Continue reading →

1. Check the double D batteries of the trove of flashlights in the pantry closet because more than three-quarters don’t work and the high winds violently whipping outside—will knock out the electricity again. Bring the rotting, termite-infested birchwood logs (the … Continue reading →

The ghosts of the house have supplanted me. I don’t want to dream anymore. All plants have souls: Socrates. He picked his own poison: hemlock. The chalice clung frozen to his lies but he was not fearful of fate he … Continue reading →

This coming Saturday when I shall see you, a fellow human— seems so long ago, half-years, in fact. I’m in dog time imploring focus, but the dog doesn’t realize this—nor anyone, I think—I might touch. The frenzied bird lodged itself … Continue reading →

Here where the ground opens gaps in thinking. You know. The “X” on the grid— cages at times, the wrought-iron cell, restricts closure.   Water thrown skyward spins frozen sparrows— their wings snaring glints of light, glistening ice, layered iridescent, … Continue reading →

I googled my name at 3 AM. I needed to remember something about me. Not any nonlucrative, Möbius-strip philosophical musings or emotional segment-arcs of intensity that waned before a day called itself, but more so a Memory Map of something … Continue reading →

for Nyla Alisia and Myke Todd [with a “Y”] It wasn’t my fault. I needed him. It was only a whim really, a desire that formulates when one opens overtired eyelids gone stone to the shifting horizon at sudden-winter dusk, … Continue reading →

[1] goes [2] snow’s opalescent pillows for an explanation of science and a forgetting thereof.  To lie down in the cold. Angel, no. The wing bones ribbing the sky. Early twilight when you first saw snow.  Then. When hands stuck … Continue reading →

I hit the reset button—because my thoughts were taking too much time. And the yellow primrose and fuchsia sweet pea were stunning— how the primrose collapsed its yellow pages when the sun closed its eyes and the fuchsia-flutter stumbled up … Continue reading →

I awakened from my underwater maelstrom-tango with chaos’ sharpened teeth set at my piano-wired jaw. The gods had done this to me. Slimy seaweed spectrum-ing oleaginous to moss green knotted my wild hair; still-sharp seaglass slicing my restless hands, pained … Continue reading →