We have walked the edge where forces oppose and reshape; truth is not the sweeping beacon ahead (it will not rest on us) or the imprints...

Matted wires (ends swiftly cut, the meltdown paused), a flared protest as protections peel back, ions arc to meet their counterparts;...

Open at last to sand and sea and air and light; we returned you (home), and through you we returned me to me. How do you define yourself?...

Shivering on the edge of please don’t look and also don’t look away. What do you view differently now? Who or what makes you want to...

Fractured into gaps, mined between the lines that suggest reality here, night seas there, fingernails slice half moons into echo chamber...

Salted waterfalls (over eons, or a day) erode their alleys, slowed in cohesion until slim grooves at the side guide the fastest way down,...

Fragile hands wrap a fading cable, the final scale of smooth walls that soar their deception, scattered footholds where shards of the...

Sound this alarming contradiction in parchment paper script, ink dipped (I well up), read my part, hold myself still within silvery satin...

An hour (don’t fall back, you’ve come this far) is a round thing, expanding into the full curve of its Self, or perhaps flattened so thin...

Sifted through stacks of glossy time stamped building blocks, shifted till a truth (of sorts) emerges, gathered fabric of decades...

Crumpled inward and low to the ground, wrapped around a core from which all will has fled, systems that slow combustion having failed (or...

Splintered into memories, passed hand in hand (we were with you), permutations shift and flow (pour a drop), hearts looped in ease,...

Trapped in a paper (cut me deep) maze of fear, power stripped from me here, affixed to the wall (merely a pinhole at the center, the...

Movements at once curved and pointed, the lilt of promise in the upswing of a sentence; twirl into cloud of fragrance sharp with earth, a...

Find it in the curious absence of a certain dread, the beat that led to a drop from the edge of the atmosphere where breathing is not...

Pinned in place, shamed stuttered lines named with import, hierarchies of time fashioned of blood and bone or just a chance moment across...

A spark of something seeming mild, a nothing here, until it lands just so and I combust into the silence between us (how sorry I am, what...

Four decades (and some half change or so) I have seen this day and so I give my Self the gift of rest. What’s happening around you right...

Shift split rails that mark time, unravel darkened fabric between memories (threads abandoned in favor of other weights carried), travel...

Tipped into an inversion in the cadence of generations, while the brutal careless flip generalizations about the structures of a life;...