Preparation

Preparation “You go where the landshed takes you, One word at a time, still Counting your money, wearing impermanent clothes.” Charles Wright one at a time, chink by chinkyou fill gaps in the stone wall,and you dig in the fresh dirt, somethingturning its head toward...

washing hands

washing hands there’s something sweetand awful in itall the stinks of lifethe little bitsof everythingfloating in the air my fingertipsdirty from planting garlicfrom pushing barehandedthe rotting composttight aroundstill unborn roots now i lift them upin the...

Treadmill and Ultrasound

Treadmill and Ultrasound I can see you beating there on the screenin grainy black and white. Like a babyin the amniotic sac, you turn and twitchin the forever sleep of the body, pumpingyour dreams through every part of me. I shift my weight as the treadmill liftsat...

seeing through the wound

            seeing through the wound i’m working under shadowsi’m terrified of sleepi can’t say i’ve suffered enoughyet i’m thankful for everything what more can i saythe knife lashed across my facein the light of blood from my eyes i could see (kz...