Published in Bones 8

  • a word

    a word
    after a word
    at war
    afterwards

  • War and Peace

    the other
    he has a lean 
    and hungry look

    brutal
    how we come to bury
    the knives

    i think
    therefore it is
    light at last

    a slice each
    of crunchy cucumber
    on her eyes

    alone
    alas alack at all
    a declension of nouns

    coolness:
    the wrinkling skin
    of vision

    postfixes
    the lingering taste
    of a death

    the writing
    in the tissue fold long
    forgotten


    A spontaneous sequence with Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy