The Cleaning

Work continues the same everywhere Beginning again in the early evenings Into the nights and mornings as quietly Changed into white clothes we wear Surface layers of dust that air brings Are wiped again until the cloth is slightly Shaded where fingertips polished the hue From flesh to cloth a …

The Gyre

Notions are hardly worth their whimsy, rising as oblong pockets from Feathered beds below the glassy sheet of calm.  Nature turned her head Away while coughing, politely sparing us the lurches and trauma here As distant to one place as to another. No state or nation or kingdom Within the …

Carrier Wave

The music, don’t worry, carries away in a shopping basket, Frozen peas for a pillow, cool and soft, warm and sweet. Words and sounds decay through the air we breathe a dozen Breaths per minute, inhale, exhale, difficult as the task it Has become, to the point of exhaustion as …

Incapable Tongue

What is worse than beginning a poem with single question? Would you agree that two questions at the beginning of a Poem are worse than one? How could such questions improve This rhetoric when readers simply won’t agree the best one Is their last and, most likely, only distraction. Designer …