around a line

I asked them
First they clubbed me with silence

If expecting magic, they wanted the blood
hungry like a deity with no realm I was
then silence

they had so much to say and
No mouths to speak
I asked them again, demanded connection
they sent call and response clicks I couldn’t catch
i sent back skipping, a record

I tore at the stone wall
until I was made of stones and stood.

espèces sentinelles

when i speak to you
slightly, facing away
two mirrors repeat
in autoerotic response

in the missing
connection looms
vantages yet to come
thy kingdom undone

our best interpretive trails
voices pounding closed
as weight crushes sneakers
autumn releasing sweet vapors

we’re runners talking
sweeping out the grey
tasting the tiny metals
hitting every manhole

the where, has become more inane
more ridiculous
than entrusting inheritance
are you going?

my words are flat footed
the world was round.


Turtle doves cooing at 4am
electricity in the wet air
gives rise breaking into
circadian eyes

The freeway’s wheezing ebb
talks static on the banks
of a still lake chatting with
barbecue smoke

I’m walking just above the high
water entranced
to elder oaks watching
thoracic red ants swarm the crag

Raven never, made no master —
the pieces just lit us up.

Two Hours with Kaleb


You had already for years seen behind
reticent veils of trash strewn
suburban rooms
no home outside your skin
living in a surrendered state of, uncle
most kin modeling waste
you wove tapestries of bowed hope
from newspaper cat litter confetti
every day a darkness
you made found from lost

once getting out of bed
led to
following the call

where you came upon a code
an outside with an inside
a fine find for your kaleidoscopic mind
finally figuring from the inside
with a reason to leave your eyes
when the veil’s painted hands
parted hard
you slipped through
leaving us with wooden, petrified questions
a living story to answering
in gambits

outside at the shrine at glowmen
i spoke your name for days
trying to defy the hole
that hadn’t closed
because you were waiting
for us to let our worlds
burn down around it.





when there is no more i’ll

look out the window at the hills before the sun crests
feel my heart pulling at my throat

speak your name and reel at the echo
slapping me alone

attempt forcing square meanings of change into
round holes of living

pump chi from the ground up
and let it out through the song you give
in good grieving

laugh, cry out
bit by wind with wet cheeks
smile greeting what is now only invisible

now you teach me, now you reach me
with this loss.