if you're going to hit me
do so at speed
and without
hesitation.
don't brake
don't swerve
don't look back
proceed without caution
along the path of the machine
into me
through me
to your destination
as if I was not
and had never been
here.
2015
if you're going to hit me
do so at speed
and without
hesitation.
don't brake
don't swerve
don't look back
proceed without caution
along the path of the machine
into me
through me
to your destination
as if I was not
and had never been
here.
2015
i am a million miles wide
i am ten million miles deep
i flow, from east to west
i move through multiple dimensions at once
i can't stop
i never stop
i move because there's nothing else to do
headlong
with no one to catch me if i fall
when i fall
i hope i fall hard
enough
not to walk
away
2015
mind like a sparrow trapped in a glass jar wings brushing false heaven
2018
art is an act of love art is a patient mother art is a fiction of love in a beautiful world of mothers that love in a beautiful world
March 29, 2018
He had enormous brown eyes, pools of warmth framed by affectionate crinkles. He wrapped his arms around me and I fell into a cocoon spun of equal parts fantasy and fatherhood; sheltered, treasured, loved, cherished. He released me with a sigh.
I dropped another coin into the box.
December 21, 2017
black velvet peach yellow eyes crosshatch whiskered brow furry ear black velvet marshmallow filling spilling fuzzy feather tail amaranth flag nodding a lazy nod loving a chin scratch pursed lips featureless face closed eyes purr rumble sleep black velvet slumber
December 24, 2017
i like the way
my hands look
even
the spots
the redness
the wrinkles
(the new wrinkles).
it's me.
bone
pushing
white and pink
blue veins
scars from
nothing memorable.
these hands can sign
a paycheck, lift
a box, stroke
a cat.
they can smooth
a coverlet, on
a new bed, in
a new room.
they can say
'yes.'
they can say
'i am.'
they can say
'i am free.'
June 16, 2018
Late frost has withered the flowers and no fruit shall set. Not surprised, but disappointed yet.
July 3, 2018
If my cat Pooka was a dragon
she'd be fifteen stories high.
She'd have black scales
and black wings
and be the terror
of the sky.
Her meow would shake the earth.
Her purr would bring down walls.
Her hiss would send the bravest knights
scurrying to their halls.
So should you chance upon her
while she's hunting for a nap,
be grateful she won't squash you
when she jumps into your lap.
April 9, 2018
when you say you need you need penny sharp contradictions in copper fixtures of upholstery stapled picture frames of nightingale doorknobs and curtained offspring collecting rainwater winter in a cup (I wouldn't have said but you did.)
July 16, 2018
Air is free, sound is free, words are free. To believe otherwise is to be enslaved.