Kingfisher Shock of bluefragment of dragonbreast scaledin beaten firewater cannot coolfull of bad wiringheart always shortingdives to slowthe neon lightningthat ribbons from him

Barn owls

Barn owls Wing tips dipped in dawnghosts with bodieshaunting and hauntedpowdered in firestained by sundissolving from the insidegold smoke curls againstthe roof of their skullsbefore rocking downslow in the still airslow like snowsnow like shrapnelembedding itselfin our dark fieldsthe paleness of scarssealing them inthe whitenessof their silent bladesrusting deep inside us

How we drank fire

How we drank fire How we drank fireto jump start our heartshow the memory of fields blows us openturns us into the tatters of doorshow the inside of our hearts are lined with fieldstasting the sunlight in the dark of our bloodhow sparrows turn to ash as we dream themhow the sun buries itself into... Continue Reading →

Return of sound

Return of sound threadbare light of a prayer bright as newborn fingers slow sun a buried balloon rising from the earth quiet empty rooms crack like emberssheet of a song slid under the doorthe dream of a storm quietly unlaces the skybird shadows breathe across the grain of the wood sea purrs sucking darkness backcurtains... Continue Reading →

The salt path

The salt path Sun bruised skinsky driven into us our bodies a home for each otherlove black as blackberriesbreathed upon by the sea we'll find the horizon together

The eternal darkness of a sun filled sky

The eternal darkness of a sun filled sky Scars in the icehealed with icemaking up constellationsas the cold flares through ussurfacing through our skinfire from dead starsfalls upon usthe ghost of featherseverything goneexcept the taste of snowsand in our bedsyour kiss still dissolvingon my tongue


Swallows Their darkness branded with blueabsorbed the skyfever in the brainscribbling infinitiesabove the fields

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget Sometimes I forget about the last of the lighttouching the tips of the fieldsof how the sea breathes all nightof the soft soot of shadowsheld in the hedgerowsthe smallness of a Wrenthe greater smallness of its heartthen I imagine its beatinga buzz that blurs its edgessometimes I forgetdew dropsspider sockshung out in... Continue Reading →

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