Like a lake we ripple and reflectand hold cold water in our chest. Like a town we elect and sprawl and wait for the fire to eat it all. Thanks to the editors of HALIBUT for including these selections from my poem "Eye to the Shadow."
Here the ghosts sip from jellyjar scotch and pace the shadows with my pale feet. This poem appears in Issue 2 of Molecule (a tiny lit mag). Thanks to Molecule editors Kevin Carey & M.P. Carver.
Promises slip like a tongue between teeth like a coin from a pocket to a gutter men with nickel-eyes drop stars into their mouths there is a wolf with stripes on its belly Men with bellies of nickel and iron howl like wolves at wolfmoons they speak strange and guttural secrets and swear the wolves are all deadGhosts slip on moonbeams and … Continue reading Wolves (poem)
Yellow and purple, a bruiseatop the shortgrass. Near the oak where a thick green caterpillar fell grassward last falllike a wish blown to wild chance. The same, perhaps. Or perhaps not. The wind doesn't care. It rufflesthe furry abdomen, twitches the wingsin a mockery of flight, the still bodynow more like a strange seed. Its … Continue reading The Dead Moth (poem)
From a bit back. Thanks to Sybil Literary Journal for accepting this one. Interchangeably Worse The _________________* (choose from footnote) will be worse than we thought. * government shutdown // wildfire inferno // mega measles // generational ass-kicking // sensationalistic ass-kissing // food deserts // uranium water // fecal air // fentanyl fuckery // … Continue reading Interchangeably Worse (poem)