there are some leaves ( Read more... )

bone closet ( Read more... )

the world ( Read more... )

in this my half absence mid march mastering ( Read more... )

fumbling wrongway stoplights
post full moon cycling past
starfish wastelands and the smallness
of so many abandon highways running out to sea

I had a simple fish hook passport
dice and diamonds in my eyes
a fence post sunrise visa
stomach roaring like a lion
eagar to displace the starmapped
inky bellows of my patchwork stitched history

I was telling you ( Read more... )

I dreamt I was the media receiver ( Read more... )

I got an email that my grandmother is in the hospital. It's so weird. When my grandfather died, that too arrived by email. I don't know exactly what to say, so this is what I came up with ( Read more... )

in a thick oblivious ( Read more... )

riding in the backseat of my childhood ( Read more... )

now I sit on the front porch swing of my ( Read more... )