Small Horse Equuleus Pictoris A bent line, not much more: Pictor, the Abbé saw an easel in you, twig-tendril afloat in the Southern sky. Your jaunty stance winks neither canvas...

      A Noise Affair The quiet is in here somewhere, surely. The child with the hammer is taking anything it can grab in its tiny hands and smashing it. For his coin in a fountain, a...

      One… or The Other …how feisty and pugnacious hummingbirds are. -- Ohio Department of Natural Resources   One: Of hummingbirds, loveliest of the summer, beauty of the free...

      A Broken Walker It hasn't always been or even maybe, the starless crowding mercuric montage of age - teased out debris. Pummeled, spoken for, a kind of courage confused with...

      Nocturne by Tea You sit alone on the deck, under the night stars that stir no romantic wonder, just dim night lights that fade with day as everything does. They may as well be...

      The Woman Who Drank Us Up She was the woman who drank us up, gripped us in her graveyard grasp and drained us, until we were almost uncreated, loose skin and slack bones. She...

      Maravillossa The combustion process Begins with your eyes Scorching one layer of my cells, On a wet day That keeps us into each other. My heart beats loudly thud! Or is the thug...

      Exorcism All day, you scurry about with your little net, like a hunter of moths, things of darkness, duplicitous fire.  You are diligent in your efforts.  You search them down...

      wintering gathering my eight lives – the bridge, my balcony burying my eight lives – the tunnel, my stairwell guarding my eight lives – the road, my roof remembering my eight...

      photographs from our holiday in bed this is the night we slept how mathematicians draw an ‘x’ the night we lay facedown smug as pocket aces the night we peeled apart like pitta...