Category: Poetry

am I still ill?

A fissured father of stone, poisoned by the vale, a bridal’s helm rushing through the billow waves, I billow blood from the clouds, awaiting for the frost dead uncles in May with […]

None.

It was perhaps disenchantmentDarling, slipping to the sea like a knife;why abide like children, a bloodlinesince dead retiring from goddammnedbones mislaid—I can barely touchthe waves; black dovessplintering in the mistakes upontheir tongues, […]

Ionad.

Icy thorns in kestrel snow, I gather them for you; plunging ire to your still desert, stave it in illness, black lilies incite the gallows you bring into the ladies of dust […]

Faces.

Death’s weir from the mammoth faces we know, spuming dead ghosts into the sea. My mistress winter feasts her bones, to starve on the tongues of a storm; lips of Janus will […]

Medusa.

O she is a Sweeney dreamfrom dead ghosts into winter’s fast,beckoning duplicity Give me a danceto breathe in bloodline’s nursed moando not stare, darling Medusa, my distress,teeth slaught in seawater, howlingin waves […]

Ocean rattle.

Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,I curl the thorns of the lilyinto the sway of red craters,cracked fossils; the possibilitythat unearths into a singlebloodline, staved in winter’s digits;I’ve cried for shadows offather’s uproots, whilsthe […]

The ocean rises.

Fossil bone, a maiden’s cliffthrowing ghosts in the stalactitesthere, my ocean is there, and I will die with the thorn in my side;abyssal shadows are empty, sandstone splits at my cheek,look at […]

This night.

summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? […]