The last dispatch from the dearly departed (A poem)

An early morning poem after a good night’s sleep… Body shivers points at the sky its field of vision shifting The offering is made the prayers spoke tomorrow fades into lightning Heaven cannot fit the square frame or stem the loss of elasticity too pronounced to hide There’s no coming back from this all purchases [...]

Vignettes (a poem)

A series of vignettes on this early morning… I The city lingers in my mind a ghost in search of a metaphor Even a bad one will do— the identity doesn’t care what it is as long as it exists In the meantime it is protected II I once drew the eight of diamonds but [...]