May 19, 2023 | Poetry
In confession, fathers speak in tongues, mothers weep holy water. Sons are kindling, to feed the great machine.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
She was no longer alone. For the moment. Roused by rain trickling between breasts. Smokey tresses, anguished eyes, invention of constant Baptism.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
On the seventh day the fire wasn’t easy. Sargasso Sea crashed and burned. Eve and Adam at the Pillars of Hercules, nibbling canned dolphin.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
Rustle of sheets… Murmur of hearts… Thrum of city… Absolution of night. Soft skin, hard hands. Dog growls thrice… Horn blares thrice… I confess my love thrice. She laughs, and flicks her hair.
May 19, 2023 | Poetry
BOWL – \ꞌbōl\n 1: a concave usu. nearly hemispherical vessel 2: the hollow of a spoon or tobacco pipe 3: a natural formation or geographical region shaped like a bowl… ...
