a particular feminine

angst burns like cider

too hot to the throat

choke chain

rattling against the brace

teeth gnash

at the insult of it

the yearning

that is the yawn of infinity

the dawn of possibilities 

obliterated like stars

torn asunder in the

vicissitudes of time

callous and benign time

teeth gnash

and gnash

at the barking dogs

nipping at heels

famished from want

of what they cannot have (me)

teeth gnash

and gnash

if i were Joan on the witch’s pyre

i would burn you all in effigy

with my holy rage


i have been daydreaming

for fifteen months in

your head

eating the food

in your mouth

sucking those lips

a curandera

whispering love

potions to broken hips

a room full

of cobwebs

lack the broom to sweep it

yet i persist

in my dreams

i see your eyes

look through me

yet stay sunken in

my heart like a memory

so old it cannot leave

like a stone thrown down

the well lodged in

my throat

this dirty throat

that cannot speak but

a hoarse and rattling

breath that stalls

the moment i see your face

across the room

my fingers twitch

then pause again

suddenly dissolve all

presence of time as your eyes

lock sequence in mine


I prefer the isolated, lonely places
A forgotten bone-bleached beach
A seagull’s ceaseless cry
Waves crashing like
Poseidon’s storms
All hallowed and shipwrecked
Not the gross hyperbole of
Humanity’s dis-ease
Poisonous arrows like Aries
Riding the winds of war
But where there is space

To breathe the sky
Its saltness of being
Stretched horizon
Forever going backwards
All the possibilities of time
Like when we were young
You held my hand like sanctuary

Memories suspended

In time

Shape shifting



Like stars

Endless desert

Night sky

Bygone years

Streak by

A crackling energy

A muffled cry

Comes full circle

This moment

Sprinkled with regret

Like rain

Singing lullibies

You never heard

I’m unbalanced

I say

I’m not the one for you

He says

Sitting next to each other

At the counter

Staring at the sea

I miss you

I say


He says

Our legs remain


Under the counter




Not distance
Not time
Lets go of
Memories that arrive
On the wind
That song
Your face in morning light
The fleeting of your touch
A lone candle alight
In the window
A quiet space where
The heart keeps
Its secrets
Remains unlocked

You feel it coming 


It has arrived

The quiet spaces 

In between

Where finches gather


The yard out back looks



In the falling sun

The lone lounge chair

Silent and sagging

On the concrete patio

How the house just 

Doesn’t feel right


The spaces between walls

White and stark empty

Of your touch