“dead man’s blur”

the world is not a long thing to have but I was here once floating in mother’s milk I knew nothing but the stillness the silence of a chapel’s teeth then a god‘s gut-light stuttered over me I fell out of sleep amputated by smoke as morning poured out its breath like a...

“chrysanthemums and cinnamon”

you walked me home singing me to sleep like the stations of the cross my mind on fire with leaves burning along the boulevard when I succumbed you wrapped me up until I became a necklace of white noise a ring of chrysanthemums and cinnamon a scent that tied me to the...
“her words drag against my heel”

“her words drag against my heel”

I am wrapped like a tourniquet afraid to walk or bleed out if I am laid on the page with her her life is the poem she writes turning slowly to the perfect hour she bends I am lost in the coven of her smile I lay beneath it quietly and rain – Daniel Haskin...
“time cannot exist”

“time cannot exist”

cracks run along my palm beating my wrist like a left hand drum where time cannot exist or fold itself into one place in my hand words are the paths I once walked kicking the winter apples as they murmured in love how alone am I fastened to the ground in a sleep...
“the beautiful falling apart”

“the beautiful falling apart”

a book on the night stand my breath and my timbre it melts over our mouths the words I placed inside of you the time when we crawled out into the snow when we were alive our eyes closing around a crackle of ice treading in a garden of steps I have no fear to be...