In mind.

catalpa, heart-shaped and boneyyour daddy died years ago,in redress of his mind, where I leavemy fingers on the stone,and I’ll never see him, he is just a rockhe is just a worm;you’ve been in my mindbut never knew me,I tire; deathis half the stradivarius of the birdsand their strings of gutthan it is mystifying orinboundto […]

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Some.

Fossils in our bed, furculain throat, splayed a drowninglest we know; ancient hibernations anamnesis ribcaged rigor mortis yawning; poisoned wavesbeneath the creel and sects ofour darkened sleep zeppelinson triptych plains; a fear of waterand people; the surf rattlesin damp winter. pet virusdrunk, jumps on each leglike around the skullof a tree; we chokeon wishbones, we […]

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Man of war (Draft).

stalk the ankles in the feast and death of the earth, man of war treetop ghost; the moon shines onto your bones drinking the falling of every fury and kingdoms of blood into the ghost egg to root a shape like a python eye while fingers lie in the comets, where to find a universe […]

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Grandfather. (Prose)

Sometimes I wonder who you were, what kind of person you were. You were my father’s father. You are dust now. You are in the death of an ocean well.  This glow like an oil lamp through my window as I write on the anointed page, I thought of you tonight; a star-still night that […]

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“A Side of Me” by Hannah Faulkner.

those thoughts rage ripping the armour, then to arrive at base under fire ambushed and falling I slide to the trench, not where men stood in their barricade boots- not. like. this. at. all- Aware this area I’ve been before where fragments fester inside out but not the bodies the fallen men, not. like. this. […]

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Ocean.

dreams in the Sahara insanity in the flamenco acedia, I linger in the ocean floor, stripped in fertile silence as frost knows death better than I. the typhoon, the sailor it festers the dying beast of the albatross and the ocean sea. she’ll kiss the divine blue waves with fury, summoning the wind’s womb; in […]

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As I Lay Before You.

I’ve laid before you, darkness all I’ve mapped, all alone, Those little taps, and the enlightenment of voice from birth Intrigue the remembrance of once I had, And all I held, and all I’ve left and sought, And loved, I’ve loved! The cruelty of son, Told that the son branched take on this, (And dun […]

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