Poetry

Ceridwen

He becomes poet who passes through my crooked stem   mere conduit for male genius   I hound, otter, hawk, hen before I taste him   Had I known...

Stilleven

A painting is a permanent present tense, an app that does one thing, & one thing, lonely. Scroll down. There's the gallery floor, glowing. There's ...

divebar poem

I could be drunk anywhere on this earth—you could be at a far-off remoteness or your mouth hovering over my pretty mandible. I cannot tell anymore if the stain ...

ENTROPY

the mylar unicorn balloon juts out of my moodlighting lamp & won’t lose air sealed lips but the horn’s starting to sag it’s not sad it’s entropy how slowly t...