“we bleed the saddest love song”

I dreamt I saw you in the poem of us naked as rain running down our cheeks releasing a breath into the world it goes you ran your mouth across my cheek did you ever notice when our hearts stop we bleed the saddest love song I want to wake with the sunrise all the...

“Fragments of where she was”

Based on a painting by Mary L. Macomber, Night and Her Daughter Sleep, 1902, oil on canvas night and her daughter sleep above us sketching poems of release in this moment I enter their light without a door to knock or an eye to taste the endless lean of their voice in...

Fearless of death healing is a miracle

white pillars of snow and ice I run through them impaled by light into this place where life grows old I live on as a galloping horse unaware and unashamed to lean into the coarseness of the winter air sticky from forgetfulness I chase my life into the fast wind where...

Nancy Bellamy’s Bedroom: a sonnet

Based on a photograph by Diane Arbus American, 1923–1971 “Nancy Bellamy’s Bedroom, New York”, 1961 I walk from one fearless room to the next opening my eyes I am lost in love as I watch you step from the window ledge slipping a rotting note into your...

November Rises As It Must

alone in the garden like every year November rises as it must over leaves and wind as ice rain pours like a vertical river away from the world of sun and green I look out of the window deceived flowers sway in time their colors change and die once so beautiful now...
“a body of someone almost there”

“a body of someone almost there”

cold as breath I dreamt I saw the poem of me naked as blood releasing breath into the world I remembered you as I peeled back the window shade cars drove by decaying leaves clinging to windshields a hand touches glass the skin of a face pours out into a body of...