The Apple is a Meta-Cognitive Object

Note:     truth is not beauty neither is      beauty equivalent to truth dismissi ng the initial –   Eve     (and Serpent)     Know what God knows. Eve     (and Adam)        What is it you cannot live without?   moving towards…     an apple was not the gilden...

Hospital

Down the bruised cement walkway I stalk past the bus stop sign, towards the Hospital. When I yawn my ears burst and I awaken to the crunch of salt and the slice of tires through water. The building breathes. the windows wink with the flash of a dashing ambulance that careens between the overhang and the...

Where Cotton is Mothered

– for mike   the promised land is quarantined.  double plurals are discontinued and our melodies hated.  religious and destitute   orphans fitted for coffins then cloned to the capillaries learn the slavery of slow finish in the metaphysics of the ghetto   who will govern in our year of...

Body as Question Mark

He tells lovers I never smile at my own body, its not home, ’til your touch. He tells strangers take your fill. And they do and they go. —S Shaw —————————————————————- S Shaw...

Elegy for My Sister

In the park a red bird caged in dead branches sits still almost frozen enclosed in a space of nature’s creation. The elements welcome it by melting snow, slowing wind, raising the sun just enough to warm its wings. Below it on the ground crocuses blossom, some with a strong purplish hue, the creek...

The Traveler

Quiet creation surrounds thin-lipped conflagration. Living, breathing nuances speak dockets of cursive myopathy. I forget myself in crowds hypnotized by blood, plasma, + sweat. The brown sounds of dusty cows + dark eyes become ancient memories + fuel melodies of packing never-ending reams of laundry into...