Tag Archives: poems
From Clay
I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much and still leave life remaining. God, you, the perfect sadist, … Continue reading
Twenty-Seven Minutes Past the Hour
I didn’t realize how much time had passed. I didn’t know. It hurts my heart to think of you sometimes, wasting away. I remember you. The both of you. Like it was yesterday. As if it were. As if I … Continue reading
Always at the pen
Men with white hair men with dark suits men with white roses with stems six to eight feet long. Each bundle of flowers looks like a body carried with reverence, up the steep hill. Someone, somewhere in the procession drops … Continue reading
All The Colors
Beyond winters chill there lies a hopeful font of blood, blue flies, green flies, black waters. Everyone comes up short, and everyone is a wet-nosed nudge away from either soothed or screaming. There is a film of red over her … Continue reading