Poetry

9/11/19

9/11/19

This morning I woke for a brief moment as the sun rose and snapped a picture, half asleep, as I often do.  On the train, trying to articulate an uncanny quiet during the normally chaotic commuter hour, I wrote this:  I forget how much trauma […]

Reflections on A Still Summer Day Without AC

I fan myself and it sounds like violence in my ear   Each puff like your sweaty breath dripping with rage and loathing of some unknown thing deep inside you that you search for deep inside me   Each angry stroke more desperate than the […]

Spring/Summer

(Spring)  Nothing caresses me but the wind (these days) It moves over me and I am silent and still (-Bliss-) ———- (Summer) There is a certain way The still dust Swirls In the sun When the door Opens

Carcass 

Carcass 

She is popping into my head lately (as she does this time of year). It always takes me a moment to realize why; that the anniversary is looming. I want her to visit. I want to talk to her. I hear “Another One Bites the […]

Terrain

I am told I am beautiful I am told to have a nice day I am told I look good I am told I am sexy I am told daaaaaaaaaaamn I am told hissssssss I am told click of tongue I am told sound of […]