Honor my babies by taking a 98.6 degree bath
Remembering that this warmth is what they last felt
As their blood spilled and bathed their skin
Remembering that they loved bath time
Honor each victim by scrubbing the filthy belief Read More
Brassy om fucks
With palms to prayer
Position, elevated like a promotion
Deafening silent cries in back seat
The creak of the mind, slipping Read More
From minor to augmented (egos)
you inverted perverted sevenths and ninths stacked too high and tight like crumbling tenements and
trump tower trumpettes blaring cries for deployment, displacement,
their own decadence.
The tesserae of wild flying life
the pursuit of caffeinated virtue in
my roaring twenties and twentieth-century aftermath
An improbable mosaic for the mathematically inclined:
Oils and piss and turpentine thrown onto the tabula rasa
Orchestras and cocaine and sad sex Read More
here Read More
God, I know you’re not real but
Sensei, would you pull a
pensee for me out your kimono pocket, Read More
Golden slit of rush hour city
Suspended dinner plans for one Read More
I hear Jesus speak in a language I do not know.
He takes my limp hand in his, looks at my thumbnail and addresses the atoms by name.
They are neither male nor female,
Like God or colors, Read More
Moving through this world like forging your way through heavy plastic
Molecules dense and greedy even for your tiny space it becomes harder to breathe as they crowd around pushing in on you from all sides everyone striving to be stuck stable solid it’s like not moving at all Read More
Your pregnant wife’s car, slammed into a soybean field
She and your youngest son, taken
But not to vacation bible school
Your son who liked to draw on his bedpost with his red and blue markers
Took two more days to die
Your firstborn, the first baby you’d ever held and the one you had the most nicknames for Read More
I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)
My journeys in motherhood, health, happiness and life
*i s a c o u s t i c
a journey home.
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