I don’t remember my exact age, maybe  three, four, but I do remember that I was still in short pants. I was on the dirt road, in front of our house Playing like I was a soldier. I vaguely knew the boy, probably a friend…

4:04 PM Uther Even Uther was betrayed And through anger His bed is made   Broken the promise Through rage and pride He must through peace now And fits of motions set aside   Twelve around the table go Who will reign no one will…

Fact or Fiction throughout one year you all will eat eight spiders each good luck with your sleep

Golden Shovel: “Oh god it’s wonderful” from Steps by Frank O’Hara Now, when he comes home late she just says, “Oh.” Now, when she feels alone she talks to god. Now, when she suspects the worst she knows it’s Now. Just now. And the coffee…

Keeping the river in mind I swim to you through time and across the miles to tell you I’ve never forgotten you. And I’m so grateful for your tutelage—even though I grew up with a different father. I heard what you said coming along the…

remember the inconsequential, notice cuts, shades, new heels, rings, enquire of the once there, plan, note delays, absences – just don’t be seen hoping you’re the answer

In One’s Nature The wind knocks and his gossamer trap is torn asunder – he wakes, and rebuilds. A boy on his way to school tears through the fine filaments of hexagonal brilliance – she spins, anew. The couples yell and break promises; webs of…

The record shows he is to blame His calendar is now a loop Big mistakes put him to shame He feel like a big load of poop His friends told him that he should stop He wanted to keep turning up But every other week…

You move like a typing hand that’s been removed from its appendage. Each crafting leg steps with the delicate dexterity of walking fingertips. I imagine you along my spine, cresting upon my distracted shoulder; and without looking to find her, I could mistake you for…

Weave your trap A work of art Threads so fine Improvised Functional and fascinating Almost invisible