Such tender smoke…
Sparrows replace pigeons. I wrote you from write to left, ‘The unshadowed man, he shows your face.’ You will always be mud running, but plant your heart where my head […]
Category Archives: Poetry
Private Collection
I didn’t learn your language when I tripped over a stone. Just another skinned word. Leaving scars on my tongue. A cipher figured out too late for print, a codex […]
Winning Queen
This poem, in its rough form, was called “Labiaplasty Circa 1992.” There has been some recent interest in that poem, so I decided to release the final version. Winning Queen […]
The Meat Trade
They never know what is coming. They feel safe to take of her meat, walk out of her life. Unknowing. She likes things cut and dried. Meat, that is.
Oudalaka
Bitter woman talks to herself bitterly until all language runs out of hops and the words begin to taste of honey. Golden warm-sweetened sounds drip from lips love-unkissed. And the […]
Qe-Ra-Si-Ja
Clutching my claw I write with my teeth. Breasts crushed against the desk. Beard brushing the keys. Modern Teiresias unblinded from spectacles. Hera. Athena. Homer. Dante. Eliot. So many. I’ve […]
