There before me is the yawning mirror ( Read more... )

Before it happened, I removed my ring ( Read more... )

What, then, is there that one

So removed of their faculties

Would deign to miss?

Sightless tears wending down

In feeling the radiance of the sun--

The quieted percussion of the ear

A muted singularity of nothing-noise

Performing its solo unendingly--

Wracking fear in so moving the mouth

That unparsed language may dribble

Out, infirm and wet with baseness--

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It is no more made than it is born ( Read more... )

I feel that my ability to write has deteriorated rapidly, moldering into a compost heap of memories and vocabularies ( Read more... )

Massive and pulsing its dark wings ( Read more... )

I have seen a goddess--

An arroyo in the Phillipines harboring

Detritus of years and decay:

The perfect contents for an

Imperfect crust, layered,

And the storm comes with

Harrow and deluge. Away.

I scour my face with a cloth

Scraping away year after

Dogged year, draining it out.

They tell you to scrub hard,

the tarnish will fade eventually.

It only removes ( Read more... )

Parting the troposphere ( Read more... )

Desert peak encased by hardened rime
the Saguaro protests within the foreground
unaccepting of the contradiction.

Common knowledge says of natures seasons:
Summer's sands can never know the Wintry gaze.
but, sure as you were born, the maidens in between--
histrionic Spring, Autumn in her dotage--
lie with Sinful Summer, embroiled in passion
Old Man Winter ( Read more... )

Those calling themselves "enlightened ( Read more... )