Knuckles knock
Knuckles knock the door
With a soul-kite—
With a soul-kite— with a glide-sprite— my kicks sing sick licks on the 606
In the morning,
In the morning, we skim over your history
Fear is like a lover— (The ABCs of fear)
Fear is like a lover— waking you from bed
Blossoms prowl
Blossoms prowl the city with appetite and reason; hunting
Enlargement of the soul
During this season, I’ve been praying for more detachment from worldly things and more attachment to things that matter— love, art, …
The texture of my
The texture of my soul is abrasive—
A resilient soul— (3 Haikus)
A resilient soul— your cup emptying— and your heart overflowing
When my needle
When my needle breaks your skin it stings
A heavy stone I cannot eat— that is how I miss you
A heavy stone I cannot eat— that is how I miss you