And shower waterfalls like moonlight at armistice for the elderly or youth in the all together
The step
Category: Poetry
Let’s Confess
cast off your cloak show me your scars i’ll show you mine
Volantem Daemoniorum
Dark angels ascend from Dante’s seventh circle—
manics who composed their anguish
Words 4
here I sit, & think not
where the danger of this adverse town
Clefting
Between two high notes
The song gives a crack
Where we will meet
Missing loved ones
nightcall
An invitation.
Disguise
A poem about passing, being believed to be something by others which one really is not at heart.
Angry Little Abel
Like a little Abel
Wounded premature
Simple Beliefs
This poem talks about the unfettered belief and the respect for the tradition carried out by our elderly. It is an ode to their simple beliefs.
Closeted
The circle grows smaller as each throb conspires
to rob my fingertips of feeling.
Almost Rimbaud
A poem written with an eye toward the spiritual, magical.
this skin i wear
and now that darkness has
swallowed the sun
Blooms
A deaf woman uses nature for self healing.
Memories of Night Fishing
Bloodworms, scotch, banana bread, and histories with Khartoum whores I wish were still alive and fat and vivid as anthracite in moonlight.
Pearl
Through loss one’s character develops through the relentless toil of grief, like a simple grain of sand transforming into a beautiful pearl.