The St Francis Series, #7

of the birds in your hand and the hares at your feet you’ll stroke only them and i, alone, crave only to touch only … More


Sisters if i were but a sister of mercy i’d have no disgrace in this death of bed if i … More

Tornado dog

hers are hackles in the twisted air she snaps she sails her teeth bare

That bamboo

that bamboo refused the stand upright there was relief in the voices of birds and bees who no longer alight

We flew their hearts

your sons marched past, singing songs o spite they were sparrows at a bullfight they said “good night” we put … More

Her red peppers

she cook up a big dinner so i hears, her red peppers dun shriveled on the roof  they lights up … More

Croatia, 2001

I am moss bitter on the tongue I am but stripling Grown through rock, and I fail to feed your … More

Joe got a glock

We are men with children and many cupholders Our hair graying, cocks sagging Powers turning to fairy dust  All the … More