Risky grass points at the sun, accusing her, blaming her for their birth. Here, the bullets hover just above the nape of the neck. This is a wholesome place because Fear is the primordial feeling, black and polished as onyx. Fear is honest. It does not succeed in subterfuge.
Month: January 2025
A Drowning Woman
Winter rebrands as peace. There’s a barcode in my phosphorescent heart. Scan it and ring up my frosted ambition. Music is balm to a world wounded by so much silence. To film peace, place cameras on either side of a drowning woman. Wait two minutes.
I Will Never Get What I Want
Irregular dreams snag on the rough edges of my mind. Fortune favors the invited. At the gold boundaries of my name, the breath of my lover moistens me like a valley. One dream is moldy. Another is antiquated. Still another dream is dripping with purple amoebas. But all of them collect on my edges, and I begin to crumble from desire. I will never get what I want. My wishes party like reprobates on the front lawn of Destiny, and they didn’t invite me.
Simplicity and Serenity
Simplicity serenades Serenity. Tonight they will make love, and in the apex of desire actualized, they will say thank you and turn away to sleep. I could never be satisfied with fried fire and elastic hope. I need something to hold me, to remind me I am bad but also that I can be good. In 7 days the dead will rise. I must try to get away before then.
An Alien in Washington, DC
Pugnacious earth battles for me as I try to ascend to space. There is more space in me than outside me. In my name are many caverns of conspiring fungi and blind creatures of emptiness. I am a science fiction flavored novel about an alien trying to assimilate in Washington, DC. Politics are muck between my toes. I want to be in a felt universe of needlepoint stars, not here in an antebellum planet tied to gravity like a little brother I don’t get along with.
Miniature Moon 