The Ebb Within

Arrested upon the breakers A flirtatious aeration in apex Devours itself in elliptical gasps An alabaster froth that wafts In infinite reincarnate Beneath the taloned feet Of molting osprey Whose umber feathers, splayed Are lost to another onslaught Asunder swells of seraphic saline A chaotic order, borderless Belonging to a meticulous, aqueous body With its […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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Question of Possession

The question of possession Quietly vexes the poetess In late night contemplation Of cause and effect Though far too late For coffee and conjecture The mind is lured to venture To where the pen begins Who stirs the metaphor’s storms And who provides the shelter? Which is the stem And which is the nectar? Is […]

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mecca

Time bleeds and eventually We become the archaeologist’s dream We become mecca So few ever realizing That we are the discoveries Inherent of a rare planet On this serious earth We are the buried treasures Born of stars and roving eyes Of pleasures impregnable Inconceivable to the ants Massacred in droves With each bare footed […]

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Divinity

On the first day God created paper airplanes And with a disinterested flick of the divine wrist An immense sky became, brimming with twinkling lights For use of which he considered the gift of flight But only on the condition of wings And those would only be for bird-like things Of which he hadn’t yet […]

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The words and I

“Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade. My darling turns to poetry at night.” – Anthony Lawrence The words and I Starry eye’d lovers aligned In the endless craving of catharsis We coalesced in the suddenness  Of our belonging, justified The words and I Swarmed by velvet […]

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to the wild

Here it comes Soliloquy of the sun A sacred iteration of physics Mocking the pain of the Phoenix Ascending an eastern River Styx Mired in lackadaisical drift Sonnet of a bonfire star Never as near as it is far  Baptized in the finality Of western skies Lulled by an emergence Of fireflies As above / so below […]

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