Fontana, 4 (Via County Road) It's still night when I cruise-- down the highway's broad curving brushstrokes of dark pavement and rock-strewn shoulders, my car click-click-clicking as I wait for a pair of headlights, shaking and yellowed, to lumber past me before I swing wide onto the county road. I look for the old white … Continue reading April 4 : Fontana, 4 (Via County Road)
(Mercury in Retrograde) "Chaos!" scream the Sky Watchers with their heads tilted back, throats exposed to the rooted knives of the human condition.
As you lay this body down, down on cold hard forest ground-- split it open and salt inside, cut out spots where demons hide. Grind the bones to make your bread and forget about your empty bed. A wolf circles-- your quiet crypt keeper to greet this new death like winter's Reaper. Falling leaves will … Continue reading April 2 : Winter
It's said that the circumstances of birth-- the day, the music, the time, even the particular position of the stars far above our heads, leave fingerprints on our newly blossomed souls. When we open our mouths to gulp that first taste of air-- so sterile and electric, Leto swaddles us in a blanket woven by … Continue reading April 1 : Welcome
Like plastic crinkled under foot in back seats-- floorboard litter with lipstick napkins, and under beds lost with the left sock kicked off between blankets on hot nights. Like glass on window sills waiting to be reused-- heavy and strong even in its vacancy, eager to hold those small and soft things we so readily … Continue reading Heart Like An Empty Bottle
Typewriter Moon 