Category: poetry

  • funeral tears

    self-loathing refreshed again
    a useless fraud and loser
    reminded of his place

    there will be no tears
    except maybe those of joy
    when the funerals begin

  • gasps

    deadwood slips to view
    grown of long hand fingers
    to cling at granite grey
    under endless feathered blue

    it is bones these ways
    there, under the burn 

    just a kiss away
    twine knotted taut
    gives over to memories
    gone to flint faded wine
    under gasps of sand

  • waiting at

    careful as silk
    drift rise on breeze
    carry our befores
    gifted back to me
    this happy death
    waiting a' sea

  • of unbelonging

    i am of unbelonging
    —it is known.

    a grotesquerie on display
    twist-tangled my limbs
    a-jumbled this brain which
    says the wrong things
    most times and again

    a shambling horror
    at the threshold outside
    creeping and crawling
    begging to be let inside

    throw the bolt and
    lock the latches
    set steel to stone
    to sharpen your axes

    dim the shadows
    when given to dawn
    safe one more night
    from an unbelonging
    of which i am known

  • ashen

    we wore our hearts
       in sticker on
          polyester sleeve
    while whale bone
       held us to north
          and nightfall

             — waiting
    for ghost-trees
       to give over and
          bring blood home
    cellophane crackling
       under our feet of
          cruel winters

    ashen, for that is
       how we lost our
          home

  • steel skies stolen

    there are days
    i wish it would just
    rain & rain & rain
    wash everything away
    down the drains &
    carry us to a place
    where we could
    finally meet again
    you could say, “hey” &
    i could say, “hi” &
    though we’ve never met
    we could be friends
    or maybe lovers
    like we were before
    we fell out of dream

    our steel skies stolen,
    some days
    i wish it would just
    rain.

  • of berry and elder

    of berry red and elder
    i press my blood there
    a thumbprint between
    eye and dusk shadow
    beauty as naked is

    forgive this romance—

    your night drawn in
    fingerbones alone
    i kiss you when you
    dare to look away;
    beat your heart closer.

    i know i know
    these are weary ways
    to cast in cold
    the frost alone

    come now,
    lead us walk
    rose stones to
    water waiting...

  • over graves tonight

    with deadwood limbs 
    and ash grey heart
    we sing scrimshaw
    over graves tonight
    daring winter winds
    of ripping breath away

    a rime of braided rope
    ever taut and untamed
    salt my lips in evensong
    and stolen night away

  • healshake

    healshake the bone
    rattled with seed, me
    emptyhead & healshake
    blackfeather, boreal wind

    my stone, my stone, my stone

    dive ice of waters blue
    deep into the through
    healshake these bones
    rattle them with seed, me

  • at stand

    i am drawn to water
    to stone rising above
    my winter rimes here

    gone to crow to feather
    myself in shimmer & kohl
    a turn to the north
    to the water to flow

    this slipping at moor winds
    could you ever hear?