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Under the Stone

Under the Stone

I am under the stone.
Search for me in rivers,

Posted in BlogTagged Poetry, spilled ink, stone

VideoBooks

VideoBooks

Baudelaire – Head of Hair
More VideoBooks from the Summer.

Posted in BlogTagged baudelaire, Poetry, video books

Obsolete Glory

Obsolete Glory

I assure you, I am falling apart.
My toes peel like grapes, like

Posted in BlogTagged glory, imago dei, Poetry, spilled ink

Movements

Movements

I am concerned with your movements, your hands
kneading dough on the kitchen island, stretching

Posted in BlogTagged leaving, Poetry, spilled ink

Strange Creatures II

Strange Creatures II

When I created Strange Creatures, I wanted to take a deep and sometimes uncomfortable well of desire, and present it in a form that wouldn’t incriminate me.

Posted in BlogTagged Poetry, spilled ink, strange creatures, zine season

Thrush and Billow

Thrush and Billow

Thrush and willow,
boulder and billow,

Posted in BlogTagged Poetry, river, spilled ink, vedder

Driftwood Vol. II

Driftwood Vol. II

Volume II of the Driftwood Poetry Journal came out recently. I was privileged to be able to work with the Vol I poets

Posted in BlogTagged driftwood, Poetry, spilled ink, volume 2

Jupiter and All Its Moons

Jupiter and All Its Moons

Jupiter, and all its moons, will hang
above, a cherry pit full of

Posted in BlogTagged jupiter, Poetry, spilled ink

An Answer in Sonnet

An Answer in Sonnet

‘Tis Silence moves its fingers ‘cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,

Posted in BlogTagged Poetry, silence, sonnet, spilled ink

Rough Lumber

Rough Lumber

Who arranged the stones that form this wall?
For they have not placed them cleanly, cheek to cheek.

Posted in BlogTagged church, Poetry, spilled ink

Skullduggery

Skullduggery

I have a skull
and a collarbone lurking,

Posted in BlogTagged Poetry, skeleton, skull, spilled ink

Walking to the Theatre

Walking to the Theatre

Under the layer of asphalt, compacted
into a sheet for roads, is a layer of

Posted in BlogTagged earth, Poetry, spilled ink, stones

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