Impermanence

  We are born with impermanence implantedinto the spine between neck and coccyx There is a daily procession of habits seededinto our backsthe daily dedications to ourselves plantedbeneath our skin like underground plantations         The procession of ritual,        inspection of flesh against a mirror        the discovery of another day        imprinted on the body born to Read More …

We woke to a dream

  We woke to a dream,disappearing under each other’s skinabsorbed by flesh of nightdissolved beneath one anotherresting against the headboard of nighttugged at our ankles by wind to the chorus song of green tree tops We woke to a dreamfalling with the sharp song of starlingsdiving, spirallingover meadows of blanketsnesting beneath sierras of pillowsridding the Read More …

Bounden

  I carry you inside my bones, through lifetimes walking avenues, vaulting from roofto roof                 to the blackened earth where wet                leafs wrap the small of my back                 telegraphing coolness of morning to my                warm lungs resting against the living                ground                 where                 I plant a rib beneath the belly of trees Read More …

Scarecrow

  Foreword Parts of this piece have been swirling about in my head since 1992, this was when I first heard of Robert Pickton and the gruesome finds on his pig farm in British Columbia (Canada). The facts surrounding the case are disturbing enough, but the fact so many women (49) were simply disposed of, Read More …

Lisbon is sinking

  Lisbon is sinking into the muddy riverbed of Tagus with the weight of cobblestones, one for every soul and church adorning its avenues under guard of stone Kings Bloodied tears drip from iron hilltop castle cannons through mazes of terracotta roofs and chalk-white walls toward the cup of central Baixa drowning gipsy panhandlers and Read More …

Book release announcement

  After weeks of holding this particular secret I am finally able to come out of the publishing closet and blurt out the words: I AM GETTING PUBLISHED. The press release is available on the PaperFields Press website with a sample of my writing. This is a life long dream which I couldn’t have achieved Read More …

Selmer

I remember you practicing modal scales across a golden tenor horn, your impossibly long bronzed hands playing hopscotch finger sketches shaking our apartment floors prying apart cracks in our walls, the deep Selmer voice rearranging the chambers of my heart and treble cry bouncing inside my ears The day after the nurse covered your deflated Read More …

Peninsula

I stared at the hip of Iberia over the hunched back of a northern moving fog blown from the dark lips of Gibraltar towards a terra-cotta mirage Fog pushed down by the thumb of God rested over the mosaic of a slick seashore where star shaped creatures rested, crying their ages to counterparts above pulling Read More …