Rhythm & Bones

Rhythm & Bones

November 24, 2019

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Intimacy with White Snake

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November 24, 2019

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electric fingers

I’m sweating honey and I don’t know

how to unlove you. your skin hovering

over mine like angels in the cold, like

if we touch it’d be lightning strikes and

moon-splinterings. and at night you trace

the wind from...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Ahmet Sali on Unsplash 

How Love Becomes a Silhouette 

There is this song I dig deep

to break its lyrics: its rhythm

is in early school assembly

drums & watching happy

children running to school.

-& sometimes, like loving

a girl who is water, the song

lo...

November 24, 2019

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catharsis 

There is a portion of your lips / where I bury my soul

when you kiss me. It is made of honey / and the taste of love.

There is a portion of your heart / that guides me into songs and dance-

A path to voices / that ha...

November 24, 2019

Photo: "Anywhere" by Lynne Schmidt 

forest dreams

I stare into a phantasmagoric pond in my dreams, with Neverland’s nightlights shining in my face and illuminating me like Rimbaud or Narcissus. A dewy daydream inside of a dream. A montage of malisons / maledictions drape...

November 24, 2019

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New cloth

Your pattern pinned itself to the fray of me

the first day. Not yet stitched, aligning

fragile tissue, judging bias -  the wounded

cut carefully

always holding their breath.

When they remade you, I slept

on a hospital couc...

November 24, 2019

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Collapse 

We arrived in sunlight and departed in sunlight,

the summer sky turning pink, turning blue, purple,

black. Summer of meteors and shooting stars.

A collision of stars can cause a black hole – they sink

to the cent...

November 24, 2019

Photo: "Finding Myself" by Lynne Schmidt 

lullaby, after the dark side


i.

my palms still remember

the bridge-railings of every playground structure,

how to find the pockets of eternity

dug into transition-phase. heartbeats here

flutter skin-thin as eggshell membrane

clinging...

November 24, 2019

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have fun dancing with death

you say, "it's adam and eve

not adam and steve."

but what if it were eve and lilith instead?

i fell in love with a woman once,

and i know you'd disapprove;

but she woke in me the dreaming when

i thought...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Thor Alvis on Unsplash 

Here the night speaks our language 

The calmness and smoothness of the night

as it drips from the serrated ends of the palm leaves

drenched in the milky moonlight

Here, the silence has its semantic--

its own lexicon of solitude...

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