It Means Bread

It Means Bread

                     The language I want to speak will always save flowers from drowning. It’ll know what bones make up breath, who buries the cadaver of sound. It’ll know the...
Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa

                             “My only regret is that I wasn’t born somebody else.” Woody Allen    ...
Of Them That Sold Doves

Of Them That Sold Doves

             It begins with labor, what keeps this machine          in sync within the larger gears and coils,          the...
Two Poems

Two Poems

            Angels                    Better get your angel on,          said...
Two Poems

Two Poems

                    Her Terms            Sonja didn’t speak          when she saw...
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