often in the night i can hear him call out, i don’t know to whom. his restless heart beats in an endless struggle against the confines of whiskey bottles and pain killers and solemn opinions and all other manner of maddening things. a father who once held death in his hands like a black-haired reaper,…

out in the night, lightning, waves of it behind half-clouds conjure memories not belonging to any living thing one but of the whole, the passing of things in the dark. the macrocosm, the aggregate that stills all questioning and motive, a voice beyond reckoning, a singular point to draw from, inward the quiet that has…

the warmth consumes, it envelopes your spine like a virus and you have let it in, the feline presence of your womb this pale november flesh it sheds, the towers of your yesterday yield emptiness, empty of the heart and empty of the hand, the brother welding to your home a line that cannot be…

the world casts a smile about that painted face, this midnight leper a lesson of some other then, a warning for some more present now. look at me from across the road, from beneath the shadow, appear before me as a word lacking some common definition, something of a parable unwritten by the hand, genetic…

the dogs, biting the air at their backs as they fled from headlights, looking back at those eyes, a gaze that covered their world brilliant and blinding and wide, those canine tongues that lolled and panting lungs, the delicate ribcage shivers as they narrowly cleared the crossing that would nearly be their last, these dogs…

this mortal vessel betrays you, this temporary thing. it has failed, broken, you shout to quiet the voices within, the corrupt idols of your own creation that have made you this way, your sad bastard way about. where is the question now, the lines of reason having absolved the when and why of all bearing,…

what happened here– power lines drift, drift, mark yardage in the ocean where no one can see. the world has ceased to turn and all things are as they are, as they’ve always been. so far out to touch, bordering on abstract, we drift, drift out into the ocean. things crawl out of the night,…

like moths aflame within, some terrible reflection of their burning selves draws them to the light, a false mirror, an empty gesture, a memory genetic in prose of some greater time when such transgression was noble and with purpose, all things of dead rhetoric as they bounce off the glass. like lions consumed by their…

bastard children god left behind, i’ve seen you lumber in the dark far away and safe from their law, i’ve watched you drag your quarry across the blacktop rivers that stretch across the face of the earth. footprints replaced with thread tracks, i’ve heard you catcall in the night, the shrill laughter of debauchery, the…

the yellow slant of morning light spills through the fold, filtered and off-color, a strange rhythm to the day, dreams of shifting faces and backward logic a precursor to what will come to pass in the world of the living, what has long been known to the keepers of the other. so much depravity, it’s…