The mirror,
in small, jagged pieces
scattered across
    the floor,
perfectly angled
to reflect upon
a single point of focus -
    my image.

Falling apart ( Read more... )

Could you imagine me as a soldier ( Read more... )

Queued and
    cued;
standing in crisscrossing lines, everyone

waits

, singing the songs of chit-chatty small talk
copy-written by grocery and department stores;
staring, glassy-eyed, at the faces and figures
of bleached and fallen gods;

and all that looks back
is the anorexic and adulterous you.

We are resting (passionately ( Read more... )

Echoes from within this shrinking room ( Read more... )

In the cautious forest,
a spark;
premonitions of emptiness

before decay,
before rebirth.

The forest is not only beautiful
and serene;
the fire, not only doubtful
and searing.

The fire is sometimes necessary
and as beautiful
even as the trees
crackle and burn.

You are the wind.

I wake in a hotel in Puerto Morelos ( Read more... )

In the limitless yet discerning view of my heart’s eyes ( Read more... )

Bent by four corners of this southerly ( Read more... )