throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
Month: May 2017
tiza (excerpt)
The children…called him “Tristeza del Padre.”
tetelestai
Tetelestai
throwback: 1998: the music box
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
throwback: 1991: stowaway
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
regretless
But I’ve become a worn welcome to chance, having dreamt near all I’ve done.
throwback: 1988: wildcards were made for mixed hands
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
sail, against whatever wind
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.
WINDSTREWN 