Winter drops the late afternoon sun into my bedroom window just after three o’clock. He hovers there— burning the edges of my closed curtains like an eclipse I can touch. He says, you have to invite me in, which I find charming. My palms hover over the fabric, pin-holed from cats, reminding me of that…
Category: Mythology
Waxing Gibbous
There she is. I wondered how she’d look tonight when earlier today I swept free the cobwebs from the legs of a patio chair. Irritable and stately, perhaps half a cloud sliding from one nude shoulder. Radiant and hungry, no doubt searching for the approval she knows she deserves. Wide eyed and watchful 99.7 percent…
Atlas
How much can you swallow before it swallows you back When the empty is heavier than the sky that he held over his head for losing to Zeus to Gods who have no business being Gods I thought about that today going back up the stairs to my office after a particularly shitty phone call…
I am an ocean
I am an ocean full of dark things that never see light My body covers the earth and when the sun bears his touch I remember how vast I really am I could spend hours rolling my head side to side trying to see all of myself And that’s when you see me and remember…
My Hawk
I love the way she cries Only does it when she needs to She beats the sunrise to her totem overlooking the meadow I try and catch her through binoculars, but what could be better than my naked eye Then it occurs to me in this moment why I love her so much She is…
Shapeshifter god
God shows himself in mysterious ways Sometimes he’s Louis Armstrong on the radio on your way home from work Sometimes he’s an owl-shaped tealight candle holder, small and gray That way when you turn off all the bedroom lights his face flickers in haunting shadow Actually he’s a million different solitary birds presenting to each…
Mary’s Gospel
Mary asked good questions. The kind only a woman thinks. Do I see you with my soul or with my spirit? He smiled. The deep kind that starts in the eye. Neither. It’s your mind, Miriam, the space between the two. She chewed on that awhile, holding the weight of her hair at the top…
Sobriety Poet 