“They bring us here, to a place/Elsewhere, where there is no motion”
Category: Poetry
The River Walk
Epilogue
“The citruses will still bear fruit, and if not these,/There will be others to form the soft flesh/Of oranges, new limes: all creating in their rot.”
Equinox
“Yet the cold does not rest there.”
Warding off Scurvy
“Because there’s little more to friendship than warding off scurvy or having a catch.”
But Thinking Makes It So
“Thinking leads to Hell. The way is wide…”
Amor Fati
“Which is worse—/A hard death/Or a hard birth—”
Epicycle(s)
“Wilderness of whys./Labyrinth of I’s./Foreground, background./Busy, busy eyes.”
Third Wave

“The statistics were/like our scores—and we wanted/to lead the boards…”