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headlights in the rainday rotting, streets slick with rain, headlightsspeak of long distance, journeys abroad, andhomecoming-an empty cemetery road..

My eyes have turned pitch-blackand my hands as pale as knives.Death is a traitorous fruit with a sweet pit,whose roots runas deep as the heart's..

It would seem that every year it begins this way.Life: the slow burning pyre fades a littleevery December- and I can do nothing but mournevery spark..

I think that as I wished to be,more than a plain paper dream,I became a paper plane with wings,and I think that once I fell, againI became aware of..

Twenty-four hours have left me here,twenty-four more minute minutes speaking in baritone.Time has stolen from me, wasted my youthful..

i raked my nail across your roof,split the forbidden fruitfrom within-then your sky divided,and you began to rain,and i began to drownin a pool i can..

right now someonemeasures his portion of daily bread, drinksthe wine from last year's crop and knowswhichever way the balance sways,his piece of..

I walk with my father intothe heart of the lion,the maelstrom of paternal love-I do not know at this agewhat is to come-but these stars flare..

Sister was dyingyou looked on in disbelief,late afternoon.you always mourned this way.Drinking from your coffee cupI drank that which gave you..

hush moon,don't sing sad melodies tonight-i get lost in the noise,in the vagueness that you offer.a tug of nostalgia at my heart,i want to forgive..

The rattling of the fan kept neat rhythm withthe tumultuous drumbeat in my chest-tapping the insides of my skull,flies twitching their wings against..

hush now, be silent in the still-when the dark hoursscribble stars upon our window pane,ask me then if I am yet awake,and if I answer not,know that I..

My sister is depressed,she talks of death; the man she lives forwho will never love her as more than his whore-she wraps herself in prayer shawl; a..

sunlight bathes in the sky,morning cleans the stagnantprojections of the mind-road twists,bows beneath the pressure,arches back and orgasmsa..

the whole world -pieces of us,some things shatter.straddle the moment and call it love.stillness speaks-the shadowsrushed in with feathery wings..

(I've destroyed where first I built-I am god of this earth.)The men came one morningwith whips and cords,bound my hands and worse,bound my head-They..

something has died this morning.Out in the field the farmers reaped yesterday, a nest of raw things, and the crows circle the area, their black..

I would rather wake whilethe dawn rushes me,to move in the stillnessof divine placement-and know that clouds will always stare in silenceas I return..

My mother stands in the doorway, herback arched beneath the pressure of wind-she beats the rug until, dust encircles her.She wipes her brow, tugs at..

I want to get you nakedto see the outlines of your ribs,your imperfections;every last one that make you feel insignificant-all your flaws and..

Beneath the nursery of a violet heaven,where stars; blazing embers of their own righteousness,are burning flowers of the deep, cool void.God has..

The serenity prayer and a Shakespeare sonnetappear on the bathroom wall,stalls heavily sodden with urine-Who cleans these public restrooms anyway?a..

When the autumn arrived, early.You were sure of it,the same way you are always confidentin your favorite things:Books by your favorite author, poetry..

'the hard covers of our Titled Lifeand our Biographied Death'- Jc McGeeThe dashes stand for something,signed sealed and noted-we've passed from..

faith opens the eastern door, every-morningto a world still full of sleep,shine reassures his hope-here is another day for the cause of living.i sit..