at this point

                  my regrets pierce the heavens like stars   my dreams litter the landscape, sparkling shattered glass in the beating sun. each day   the vultures of hope peck my bleached bones clean — at this point, life has failed expectation. yet for the gift of fire I would burn…

Absalom’s Tresses

Your unmatched beauty drives chariots and men, a teeming throng. Yet you garrote your own throat with your barbed tongue. Your fine face betrayed                 when I told you, “You are the precious                                 last breath of a drowning man. You are rocks in my pockets.” You are my death. In your name, this…

The great deluge

a silver cloud on the horizon, a storm of epic estimation, the prophesied harbinger of change will bring rain to fall for forty days, rising over the disbelievers, they will be towed under by their chains. a mass of water will plummet down this way washing out the idle foundation farms, houses, people─gone they cannot…

willow

She lay on the ground head propped against the willow tree, a lonesome Grace, spent from dance In her eyes lived a deep, inherent sadness, delicate, and always weeping… as the leaves of the willow around her billowed like a shroud for pain