Prose & Poetry

welcome home, starling

you are safe now

Buttons and Ties

Buttons and Ties

Hide and seek with each other’s tongue

whenever such circumstances arise

I believe I do not desire a thing from you.

I believe I do not desire a thing from you.

I believe I do not desire a thing from you.

              [I            desire                    of you,

                                                                    us, the

                                                                        branches we don’t let dry.]

Getting by with tricks after tricks after tricks we deliberately

play on ourselves, a charade solely built of language

We are unscathed

from empty promises commoners make to one another

foul premises of a tale told once too many nights

But the night, my dear; it is no longer young

In a few, bored leaves shall relinquish dewdrops onto red soil

and birds’ beaks fortuitously shut those of mimosa pudica

in their pursuit of an early tasting

Shall we now undress all pretense of ancient pragmatics

to take leaps in the name of the mass

in a time stretched and distorted where we mistake

Grace with Privilege

and Love with Fortune

and Abandonment with Freedom

and―

Dreamscape Darling

Dreamscape Darling

Sea State

Sea State