12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

the walk

it just took that walk laced all about by the flinging’s of the mountain’s wardrobeno one need tell her how she should dress ginestra crownsthighs grassed all into the folds  voluptuous … Continue reading

June 9, 2021 · Leave a comment

Driftwood

on the beach ringed all around by treasureshucked molluscs, kelp pearlsit looked like a dragonit felt like methe other flotsam in the sand i asked if it was lonelyit said, … Continue reading

February 5, 2021 · Leave a comment

limn

you washed your face too oftenin flume of anguishof things pastin all things not yours to font nor welter you finally smoked all the tomorrowsdown to the plucked nubofmypatience featherless, … Continue reading

December 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

the sea of no

we are drowningin our sea of notreading it’s thick liquid a thousand thousand noper cubic metrethey fractal like alveoli in the place of our lungs steady drip off our lips:no … Continue reading

November 24, 2020 · 1 Comment

With Love from the Cat

He saidinky black10 weeksit’s 2014the departure point you think it’s tough nowand so I’m here for youunder the bridge, where all folded things are foundpoetrynettlesa small black kitten the year … Continue reading

October 12, 2020 · 2 Comments

The Pomegranate

one can pinpoint precisely the fruit when it’s about to fall, ready, and she wasn’t he saw her, out of reach a pomegranate, coloured in light and he reeled in … Continue reading

October 7, 2020 · Leave a comment

October

I could feel October coming toward me like a train like a brindled hound I feel October’s tiredness settling like crows in my bones October comes around to hurt my … Continue reading

October 4, 2020 · 4 Comments

prism book

the long and serrated lessonfrom the prism book:  he can’t unsay, undo unhit, unhurt, and I can’t ever unknow butonce upon a time i forgot itand i forgot who it … Continue reading

September 1, 2020 · Leave a comment

keys

I landed in Fiumicino, a blur of masks and military green and expired declarations even the Swiss couldn’t get right. Tired hearted. Tired tired. but there was one coffee bar  open and … Continue reading

July 17, 2020 · 1 Comment

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