late january the creek runs low showing stones that used to be anonymous wet backs shine as though they have arrived from another century i think of names i used to say without effort and cannot quite reach now the water keeps going not needing to remember me #poetry

möbius heart there is no back there is only after there is no away there is only again love is not a noun it is geometry a crossing a sentence that turns without turning away a hinge made of continuation #poetry

the poem that cannot be written #poetry #gaza

shoreline mind thoughts arrive without footsteps they lay down their small wet tokens of want of worry and leave I try to follow them but my mind is not a path it is a shore everything arrives already turning back and the water never remembers what it touches #poetry

words I say the words slowly they do not return they only change the shape of my mouth each one a small spell that opens into air #poetry

The Far Meridian #poetry

Howl #poetry

some part of me waited for the sky to open as if revelation were a thing that needed clearing I’ve learned not to chase clarity some truths are meant to blur like moonlight through clouds or the outline of your face in a dream I wake too soon from #poetry

The Bear Lives in the Suburbs Now he walks the cul-de-sac after midnight past sprinklers and backlit TVs he remembers glaciers but eats from compost bins and sometimes dances shirtless at the club a kid once called him the ancestor he nodded

street corner siren cuts clean through my private thoughts like a knife through tape i feel your eyes look over me and i don’t look down #tanka

first dawn, wolf colored in the treeline of the town no wolf - just the urge to bite through my own excuses and drag the year home

bonfire in the yard sparks climb like small fox-spirits into cold heaven #haiku

Yule #poetry

Solstice #poetry

bus stop with the Fates plastic bench, cold rain schedule eaten by mildew buses not on time three old women wait one knits, one counts, one keeps still eyes on passing cars whichever I board they nod once and snip the air as if at a thread #haiku

committee of mirrors sometimes I vanish inward and hear my thoughts unspool as though I am not singular rather a committee of mirrors convened in the dark voting in silence one remembers one invents one forgives or refuses to the majority wins and I step back into the room you never notice

seasonal darkness and my thoughts grow longer teeth than they deserve #haiku

a cardinal’s flash through gray - like sudden insight that won’t stay long #haiku

Lord of Winter #poetry #writing #fiction

Panthers on the Ridge #writing #poetry #fiction

I love this imagery.

The Nebula #BornBattleReady #Nebula #poetry #writing

Like a Rumor #poetry

The Hunter in Winter #poetry #writing

memory is the library where the books write the reader each page turning me into the hand that will later close it #poetry #gogyohka

A Map of All the Roads Not Taken i drew a map of regrets the lines would not hold each road led to another fork where I turned back then forward again chasing a version of myself that knew which path was only meant to be imagined #poetry

for the ones who stayed some people are constellations you don’t notice until they’re gone their light arrives late and that’s how you learn love moves faster than time but slower than grief

burial practice when i die don’t bury me deep leave me where the roots can find a story worth retelling let the worms debate what kind of man i was until their argument becomes soil #poetry

domestic astronomy we orbit one another across years dim planets bound by old gravity every argument small eclipse every touch sun returning #poetry

a moth presses itself to the window beside me drawn to a cheap lamp i whisper light isnt love but i understand the mistake we all make it more often than we say

library stairwell one bulb flickers as I pass as if I were twice #haiku

The Perfection of Leaving #poetry

Between Signal and Silence the sky is too big for our small talk so we invent gods to translate static I listen and somewhere between pulse and void I almost hear myself not thinking #poetry

The Great Unplugged I met god once in an empty rest stop off I-95 his eyes were the vending machine lights and he said nothing but my card was declined and I thought yeah that feels about right #poetry

Sleep Deprivation Gospel 3 a.m. and I am the only awake organism on this block the streetlight flickers like doubt and I wonder how many versions of me are still out there thinking they’re the original #poetry

Static Prayer I wake to the hum of the refrigerator’s sermon nothing ends it just cools for a while I brush my teeth like absolution watch the foam swirl down into that small white eternity and think maybe the drain knows more about release than I ever will #poetry

City Sermon the bus exhales at dawn and the city opens one bleary eye another rent’s due another billboard screams paradise for $9.99 a month we trade minutes for cigarettes half burned, still wanting our life flickers in the glow of a cracked phone screen #poetry

Coffee Stained Prophecy the barista knows the revolution would start here if anyone had the courage to finish a sentence before checking the clock espresso shot like a heartbeat recycled dreams in paper cups we talk in lowercase manifestos punctuated by pings #poetry

we drum on the railings of night chant data, debt, desire smoke rising from our mouths like broken prayers the city hears us and hums along

I loved someone who stopped believing in everything but gravity and overdraft fees

Morse Code for Trumpet Quintets #poetry

some nights I walk past the street corner prophets their voices cracked open like vinyl and I swear the moon is just a tired lightbulb burning on jacked power but still some of us dance in the half-lit street barefoot and unashamed as if the world could be reborn in rhythm #poetry

Somewhere the moon leans on the shoulder of the river it’s not looking for reflection just company and every ripple says what i mean- stay a little longer #poetry

We Are Jazz atoms remember how to dance before the word before bills and rent and silence we are all improv, man jazzed into being #poetry

scroll, baby, scroll my timeline’s a lit cigarette half-ash, half-algorithm truth wears a hoodie and hums lo-fi jazz while god updates his privacy settings #poetry

Too Loud to Die Quietly I saw minds burning on the freeway souls hitchhiking through jukebox galaxies each whisper a protest each heartbeat a cracked drum and I said yes the world is too loud to die quietly #poetry

To the Moon, in Absence #poetry

the dark passes through me like blood through glass each pulse quieter than the one before I carry the silence as if it were language & almost remember what it said maybe it told me where I left myself in the wreckage of yesterday maybe it whispered that forgiveness is forgetting in a softer voice