Father and Son

Dreamers Are Gluttons




Over  A Bowl Of Potato And Corn Soup, Mr. Marvin Tells Me How He Castrated Baby Goats


Love Poem #1

Leather Death Fruit and Flying -- A Consideration

The Mechanic Takes on Language

135th & Crossing

It Could've Been

Kermit's Jazz

The Muse



In Time

Bottomed Out Language

Such Fears

Spreading Out Histories

Days Unfold

There is a Flutter of Noise in My Head


There Is A Flutter Of Noise In My Head


Angels pop like fireflies

around me.  I want

to extract my soul. 

This parasite

on flesh needs a new

shape, a suggestion

like water in a balloon,

a moth bursting

from its cocoon. 

This imagination opens

a thousand butterfly

wings, lifts a body

upward into a parabola

of color and light.

If I could hold

any of it

in my bare hands,

I'd feel the arrogance

of passion, see its heat

burn the moths

of thought, and perhaps,

even if for just a second,

understand what it is.


Originally published in Dream fantasy International, now defunct.

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