Caravan

    The desert calls to you Band with the winds Bury yourself Deep in the swells There golden seeds will bloom your gospel Watch the words flute their cactus flowers And pray that the white broom’s silence stills you, before I do…                        

Oasis

  He rode silence like a desert caravan trusting the compass of repression’s every needle — the sands sifting in him their seas rising and falling in crimson waves of forgottenesses stings of scorpions armor of scarabs protecting his solitude but I pressed  against him “my mother always believed I belong in a mental asylum…

Peace Is Not Something You Fight For

    We stood there at the edge of it all our match heads struck and burning Lighting the night’s wick with our flame. Crossing the checkered fields, bare feet crunching dead grass, feeling love’s polarity flipping its switches in the blight of white, in the tar of black. Our similarities greater than the differences,…

Ain’t it the truth, though?

    It scares the hell out of me… It should excite me, this ability to create our own worlds, to transcend reality as we know it, to crack the cocoon, but the Minotaur that gnaws away at me while he impatiently waits for Theseus to wend his way down my cognitive labyrinth knows better……

Leviathan

    They will keep you begging for mercy, even as they speak to you with gentle words. If you lay a hand on them, you will remember the struggle and never dare do it again. Everything under heaven belongs to them. They nest in concrete trees in the most temperate climes Insulated by asbestos,…

Ecce Homo

    He lifted the receiver. The weight of it felt heavy in his hand. Odd… to think of a connection to anyone these days Even such a remote one. Maybe it was only in his mind: The rainy walk down to Polk Street to that one payphone The one that had somehow survived the…

W(h)a(t)t will not abate one jot?

    The day loosens its breath. I feel myself stiffen in response I am the fog in sunset’s red ink thicking. There’s no reason for this tension, but anxiety doesn’t require a script, I disavow all pride and fear the lullaby in night’s rhythm, as I stop to start thinking about the whats and…

Alone

  Oceans of sky, concrete pavement. The world is wearing a blue filter but there’s a scratch on its lens, or maybe my vision is blurry again: water always finds its way in and out of me. The smell of rotten fish flavors this mourning air- nobody is here to care except a lone pigeon,…

Grey

Too many nights and not enough days, time folds itself in sheets, in the stab of your disapproving need, cowering there tangled in your rejection, it twists and turns in bed, unable to breathe as air becomes gauze wrapping around this wound called life. To be or not to be: it composes itself in black…

CC Says:

  She was a scattering of herself Thoughts pulled up by their roots Weeded out of planters and windowboxes Tossed to the curb, heedlessly discarded With all the rest of yesterday’s garbage. The endless walks, the incessant dialogue With herself – she argued two sides of Every point, pointlessly – so that every Conclusion was…

In The Silence You Don’t Know

Sitting here in the dark, I watch the sky bruise itself with morbid fascination and feel the drain of blue blacken to red before the bloodletting of day. I’m afraid I’ll drown in my own tears Again. There’s a slit just wide enough for the moon to hang out of, I grab that little slip…

Rock, Paper, Scissors

    You said, “We’re explorers. Love is already an exploration, but this terrain, this nowhere, it feels like few if any have been here. Our together is apart, but our apart isn’t even truly apart, perhaps you are everywhere.” You go on, “You are certainly everywhere my mind has been. I am reminded, time…

Can there be any rapture when satisfaction is 100% guaranteed?

The plastic people pounding keys like so many well-trained literary monkeys, look but don’t see touch but don’t feel… continents drift in the divide between spine and mind. Note this: It’s the risk of taint in the pop of a cork that makes every taste of wine so sublime. Transgression is the vehicle of its…

Listen To Your SUB-Conscience

      If only all life choices were as easy as ordering lunch. Of course, buying that lunch, itself, isn’t always a picnic. “Look, miss, I don’t want no money. I’m hungry. Won’t you buy me a sandwich?” The voice was gravelly, the tone plangent. The face it came from had been hard-wired for…

Mid-Street Vocabulations 

  I held in my hand a small white dove, in the dove’s beak was an olive branch, on the branch were many olives, all ripe and ready to be picked. I offered you the darkest plumpest one, you plucked it skeptically with snarling lip and skeletal fingers. The flesh from your touch singed to…

The Space of Face

  Or was it the Face of Space?   (These niggling little details are just so many juggles of an orange. Entertaining but ultimately irrelevant)   Humanity almost dissolved one day in a flash of light. There was a Click_BOOM! And a superheated vapor engulfed the earth. The sky bled purple moons. The sun took…

The spotless mind

  Words wrapped their barbed wire around her. They were barriers. Enemy agents carried their secrets like concealed weapons with the silencers on… Thought became an avalanche Leaving her buried and frozen in its wake. There was no escaping them, it, herself… There was only the white blight where the rainbow converged detonating Static, unending. The…

Making Waves

  There’s always a dead body. This is not something to worry about until we run out of live ones. The piranha looked at me through the thick glass after devouring all the angel fish; he had finished off the guppies hours before. The camera was pointed directly at me. Air bubbles escaped from the…

A Rumor’s Not A Rumor, If It Doesn’t Die

Wind and water Flashes of light Thunder even rattles the blind Hot breath fogs up the window. Tracing hearts of glass, we Stare out into the blight Waiting for the boomerang to come back … / / / /

Jungle Boy

  He’s a young lion. Running hard. Ahead of pride – ahead of life – the summer moon can never keep up with those long lithe strides. His mane is always tangled and untamed. Bits of leaf and twigs clinging to its sheen, delicately weaving necklaces of wild promise. His skin shine redefines time’s relationship…

Id Entity

What is that tiny thing you nurture with eyes that open the night? Its cats claw the rooftops never wondering how hard the pavement fifteen stories below is, why should they, they spring out of numbness, they can’t feel the fall. This is not your life, this is a Pu’er stain billowing fermentation in blue-green…

Usury

Night is a sleek beastling It doesn’t drop a curtain Or yank down the shades. It doesn’t bludgeon you into submission Or land its wings on your face. It dark-seeps, carving its edge around corners. Leaking its water from Broken pipes hidden in-wall. Corrupting your plaster Peeling your paint Stripping your structure By easing its…

“You who read me, are you sure of understanding my language?”

  No one is compelling you to enter Color outside the lines but understand The lines are there forming shapes The shapes that foment ideas Ideas are the eyes of intelligence No matter how much you disregard them It’s never a matter of what it should be It’s always a matter of what it could…

Bienvenue

It was mid-day. I saw him from a block away. I had just exited the Department of Motor Vehicles on Fell Street. 2 hours spent in the metastasis of the malignant cell that is government agency after filling out many forms and standing on many lines, and my status as a resident of California was…

Fissures

    People want solidity where none exists, but you’ll learn that the world is an orchard bloom of fractures. I have held stone in my hand, stroked its hard smooth with soft fingers and felt the tremors where mountain ledge was cut down by impatient water. I walk on sand and the devastation of a…

Tipsy 

  Nights like this I sweep my hair back and plait it into braids, hoping to quell the chaos that kicks in the fitful night. Its rope pendant in my hand. Streaking across the butterfrost sky, a red light blares, blinking a warning to my telescopic sight. I hear a train whistle. A sea lion…

Message In A Bottle (For D.K)

I want to write something just for you… Psalms that echo back to a time and place of papyral pleasures When there was viscera in words Marrow & sinew dripping scripture formed on the scrolled skin of Egyptian seedlings When the flow from brain synapse to fingertip was the electricity that fired the flame Not…

Valentine’s Day

The first thing I notice is the dead poinsettia displayed in the middle of the room – the droop of its leaves and the fade of its red blooms remind me of my landlady’s labial folds last Christmas – she was feeling Dickensian and decided to let me pay the rent the only way I…

Flower Girl

“Papa, look!” She reached out with both arms, held her hands up to me. This was my baby, my beautiful little girl, blind from birth for reasons the doctors never could make clear. Didn’t matter. 12 years and 10 operations. Most of them before she was even 5. Each one of them risky, none guaranteed….

Moments In Love 

  Like when they were best friends til that day she tried to fix him up again with yet another woman, and he, tired of the charade, turned to her tenderly and said, “But I’d rather be with you…” Like when they rode the First Avenue bus late one night, on their first date and…

Chocolate Trifles

   There was once something about me that allured him, but that was at least a thousand years ago. He stood tall as Quetzalcoatl. Milk rain fell on our every misbegotten hope. Its acid still washes fears into blameless puddles of hulled cacao seeds that taste something like truth. I take huge spoonfuls of it,…

Between The Twilights II

I have no right to you I mean no wrong for you Somewhere there is a line betwixt the you and the me Existing as a nethertime: An unerring, endless rhyme That winds and curls its way Through the world’s winnowing weary wantonness… Beneath that heavy breath where commitment lies on the same bed, breeding…

Aubade

    You wake up to this and your first words are “Yes, of course, I’m going to stop. I love me.” but that’s never convincing enough. Thoughts turn into thickets. You’re lost in the woods. You’re so starved for affection You’ve eaten every strewn breadcrumb Thinking there would never be a way back to…

Javiva

  My local Peets appears to be branching out in all things caffeinated. ‘Dirty’ chai lattes are now being offered alongside Javiva coffee drinks which presumably have been steeped with the elixir of life to earn them such a vaunted name: Surely, Javiva = Java + Viva. What could be more life-affirming? Not the cup…

Mortal Causes

  It was always something. I forget the what, why, how. None of it matters now. Hands stole into my pockets. I know they were yours. Your face wore wings. I could never quite capture it. Not in words, paint or song. I lost hours today trying Walked out the door at noon Looked at…