The Immaculate Perception

  The stars were ripe and pluckable. Dangling on a dark branch of sky with a longing to be bitten. She sunk her teeth into one. As the juice dripped down her chin and over her tongue, she suddenly became filled with a milky bio-luminescence‚Ķ First her throat glowed, then her chest cavity and as…

Me And My Shadows

    The headlights penetrate my dark With milk-glass moon-eyes. I feel violated. I’ve been trying to escape my shadow And the car’s unwelcome light Leaves me exposed again. I can hear its crow cackles Accusing ME of following IT, “What are you griping about, silly bitch? I’m the one who always leads. Whose attached…

Unquenchable

    It started with the thirst He couldn’t remember A time when he wasn’t A tongue of sawdust Hanging from his mouth Squirming like a dying slug His throat full of cotton wool and tumbleweeds, always He drank pools and lakes creeks and rivers seas and oceans Anything liquid Anything fluid Trying to raise…

Could it think, the heart would stop beating

    I dream in languages I don’t speak. Wake up to places I’ve never been. Strange eyes looking down at me. Always finding myself outside myself trying to get back in, trying to stop these foreign words streaming through twisted limbs, veins pulsing with ideas I can never understand. So I try to outrun…

The Whale Is More Than An Old Dance Craze On Vine

  A lone buzzard scribes slow circles over the pool from the concrete watering hole’s infinity edge to the sloops of its swim-up bar over the lounge chairs whose occupants spread out like iguanas steeped in the rays of the desert’s winter sun but there are no iguanas here. The buzzard circles to and fro….

The Way Of Perfection

  “Let my hand reach God Let my hand reach God Let my hand reach God” I heard him before I saw him. I smelled him before I heard him. He was a big man with skin so dark it absorbed what remained of the twilight. His lion’s head was bowed as if in prayer….

Diotima Didn’t Know Shit

“Are you okay, miss?” No. She isn’t, but she lies and says she is with a silicon smile and a singsong trill of “Yes, I’m fine thank you.” followed by the unconvincing giggle. Her eyes never lifting from her hands. Her brown glove has a coffee stain on it. Most people wouldn’t notice the slight…

Flores Para Los Muertos 

I never write from a place of fullness From that overbrimming of flow desperately trying to contain the flood of its tide: I was born in a sand dune, left for dead. My riverbeds are just so much dust and dread, they can only run dry. I write to try to fill the maw of…

Books Inc.

    “I love poetry.” He was drunk. I was told. A week’s worth of dumpster diving caked under his fingernails; a stench – rank with its humanity assaulted the passerby – no matter how quickly they strove to walk passed him, and try to walk the hell away from him as quickly as possible…

Alms

    “The word sarcophagus is from the Greek”, I told him. “It means flesh-eater.” The blade of his eyes pared my skin another layer. He held out his hands. I felt the clang of a tin cup as he filled cold palms with the coin of my breasts. This was not mercy, nor its…

The Bay Beckons

    The wind carves its path through me, I reach deep inside and tug – hard No one looks surprised to see my heart dangling on the outside I’ve used it for bait too many times Cormorants, slick with ocean wet lift up out of their sea bed eyeing me hungrily Their eyes even…

The Mirror Has No Eyes

    The sun cracks its eggshell Bits of yolk find their way into your hair Tangled with the sunlight is how you were born, the rest is all a matter of isotopes and blue sky melts. Rain will soften your eyes and open your hands to the receiving. God can’t see us because he…