Scare-crows or Mare-lows

Saw the Strawman in

Summer's Volcano baking-

Magma on our wrists.

You & Me & All the Kings and Queens, or, 870

I tried Hot Springs again this weekend.

A Reminder

I tow along

a locust bug-

skin, knees

ankles

seen.

Beachbe

White Rock is a time where I go

to find YOUR Face, rippling White

moon on the oil-black-bight waters

YOUR Breath broods abover.

Nearly two years of our death

passed, and it's still alive, emerged

from the dirt where you return me -

YOU return me, from

where YOU …

E P I P H A N Y A M E N

Through December, I'd been following the Advent Collects [oratio] in the Book of Common Prayer, and, while not as disciplined to follow the Daily Office as I have been in other recency, I am working unto the sort of rhythm [must we must] it implies and requires of those …

Cupid and Pysche, or, I don't Mean or, I Am Orual

Breathe

a command;

???????.

Of which there are few

lately, least ilks

I possess



Control-

[It's my Worst,

torn sinews!]

Free.

1,4-Dioxane

Two gargoyles over 5749

perched against a Purple

[is this?] Dawn.

I slept more

a few months before

I slept a lot less

six years.

Holy-Days or Tim[spac]eless Spac[Tim]e

Each year my family and I load into a minivan with a week's-worth belongings and brace ourselves for a 14+ hour drive into the great Rocky Mountains.

Slow Pony Home

Hums from the air

conditioned spaces

of Vickery, it is

Summer where

December

lampstands, curl up

some stringed lights

on the Post. Cacophony, he's

an enigma,

introvert

into it

he was once

when

stationary on stoops;

sweat drip on her ribs

and no one knows

his name, very …

Catharsis or [the] Fall : I

I've decided to initiate some post-posting of things I've written over the past five months that were never made public for contextual reasons [whether its effects {or maybe affected by weather} were beneficial to me professionally it's difficult to gauge].

hair, or, when not all is fair.

There comes a point in the life of my hair when I must start styling it based on what it will look like the next day.

The First While in a While

From my absence it might appear [or mightn't, I suppose] I haven't spent as much time in serious thought as before, but it is all the more accurate to say that I simply have not devoted adequate time in recent weeks to surround with flesh the serious Thought and build …

An Unwatched Pot Always Boils

I have one alarm set to sound on my phone every morning, and one on a separate clock located on the opposite side of my bedroom. The idea is that my phone will sound its little guitar-riff-noise three separate times to stir me from R.E.M., while the alarm across the …

II : Earl Grey, Grey Dog, Dog Night, Night Black, Black Dirt

Ascending from the underground at Carmine, we successfully dodge the brittle winter wind before it seeps past the surface of our jacket-shields.

I : O.S.A. or S.O.S.

Month five of my time here. I am enduring.

Tuesdays are monastic nights. Nights for silence, for solitude, and for simplicity of mind. Really the only night among the entire weekspan I have freedom for the same disciplines.

After exiting my office on Madison and …

Jesse

evergreen, evergreen

postcard found in W.B. Yeats' Running to Paradise

6 Mar 1970

Amsterdam -

Boat ride thru canal

somewhere impossible light still shines

Wonders from the stretched-so-thin

sinews to synapse. A malleable yeastball

coagulating, formed and sticky, rolled

out across a buttery dish, set to rise.

+

In the broils of Summer's kiln

we'd lay beneath the weeping willow

way too long, bodies strung out svelte -

to dust you will return;

scuttling leaf's spin

on gravel and grit farceforms -

sprinting to Winter.

crescent foam and some sand Sifts.

My father was born among the long shores of Long Island, and [I could be getting this a little mixed up], after my grandpa returned from the War, they moved to South Texas, no more than an hour from the coast. Dad spent the majority his later teens and early adulthood …