Month: December 2021

The cold nights on the town, nose running once inside, experimenting whose place will feel like home the fastest. Let’s not rake those coals. But “let’s not,” as it happens, is our summons—where we count of the crows and eat it. The slow unfurling, shaking of wings, refusal of flight as we fall. Our laughter…

I will not be humbled, unless by morning mass or Mother’s platitudes over the stove. Howl and vie, you will not have the privilege of my shame. My arms are strong. They simply choose not to carry you any longer, not to wave as you sit in the dust, and not to smooth the dirt…

Silver knight at the world’s edge, with polished boots and clean shave, and banner dyed in maidens’ tears, and scintillating intentions— no one would say I told you so, that none of it was enough against the wind that swept you over. His Majesty blessed your prerogative with wine and holy water, and painted whores,…

This poem was entitled “Team.” But I’m tired of coaching and cleaning up  after the wandering sprite who floats down the hall: live, laugh, love! and forget and fuck it up.  Two minds, and hands twiceover, could hold the world by the cardinal points  and spin it upright on its axis.  But I am Atlas,…