Reckoning

It’s time to finally live or dieyou’re twenty five and everyoneis waiting just to hear from you.The ceiling is so much higherthan you thought it was,but looking up has never beenyour strong suit. Outside you see a line of themapproaching youfrom a distance like their presenceis a force beyond their silhouettesagainst the setting sun.The mole […]

Invited

I try to look at what’s in front of methe way I would if I were lookingat what I know is missing somewherein the frame.This stupid selfish painting weighing downthe wall is burning up today,but I can’t say a part of me won’t miss it. The neighbors on their balconyare pulling drinks out of a […]

Cold Song

Always afraid of this directionI don’t know what is over thereand so the ground below is new to meand all I see are dying treescollapsing over roadsthat no one drives on.I am long gone from that townwhere I set out before the snow stormburied everything.Her winter eyes were freezing open,but she couldn’t see the contrastof […]

Timing

It’s quiet in this open fieldwhere crows all dronetheir tales of nightly conquests,but in voices not much louderthan a discrete conversation. That is until some late nightkids in striped blue patternedshirts pick them slowlyoff the metal fencewith rocks they all withdrewfrom garden beds. They don’t watch out for headlightswhen they break out of the graveyard,and […]

Party

There is a woman resting against the bark of a sakura tree with her eyes closed. She is awake but needs a break from all the sunlight. There are tallies marked on the sheath of her sword for the people she has killed along her way. She knows there is a better day ahead of […]

Specters

The traumatic childhood is spent often as a spectator of arguments. Arguments with no point, and no direction anywhere. Aimless rage tossed on each other in wild comparisons to dogs and ragged prostitutes, fascists, and the crazed. The punched wall like a base drum in an endless symphony that plays while sleep is searched for […]

Wreath

Everything that’s going on is wrong the wind is getting strong, and I can’t tell which way, between these concrete reaches for the sky, will take me to the place I want to be. She just stands and looks out at the sea, and wonders what is down there and hopes that I am above […]