Drowning Manifesto
Do not tempt the sharks. Do not move your limbs horizontally or vertically. Do not hold on to pictures or passports or holy books…
Poetry
Houston
We drift between our areola outlined pupils expanding with flickers of artificial sunshine in Third Ward where the dead are buried in gun cartridges…
This Is What Death Does
That time you are eight, and you trip crossing the road, and almost get hit by the oncoming traffic. Your mother yells at you, and you hear the animal in her voice…
“Early Blossoms” and “Ontario Thaw”
Alone on a mesa, a pink crabapple tree embraces the wind, its branches reaching up and out like a menorah, its petite blossoms a pointillist image…
Remember that time?
I remember. Finding you, there seeing you lay so still The air itself dared not to disturb. your frail body, So still…”
I See You
Ex-husband with new woman; This one counts. Words of admiration Roll off his well-kissed lips. He gushes her accomplishments. We’ve been here before.
DR. NO RKVRY?
Writer works to get under skin, doc rushes through gore he bathes within… Shrieking from someone else’s…
“In Her Garden” and “Fresh News”
Big mama said she’s plum gone there’s no more chunky, copper moon walking over her head she reserves the right to wear white…
Guide Him Through
Between lush manicured lawns and dense sheared hedges I walk slowly up the curved path to the wall near the relief sculpture tall as a juniper tree…