Eleven Letters from Frank 1. I am traveling away now, with your breath still in my lungs; my hands are nothing but your smell. 2. There is no place to … Continue reading
This is a photograph of the woman’s body over time. There, where she is younger, she is a river, with a river’s arms. Fish tickle the pool of her river … Continue reading
My poems wear tooled leather belts
My poems are X the mysterious unknown
For today’s Tryout, Margo has dropped me off in chocolate nirvana, said “write a poem”, and split. Okay. No. That is not at all correct. She said “Today we … Continue reading
The things we may, and may not, do. The words we should, and should not, say. Today the center is the right; it was left, yesterday. We are religious in … Continue reading