spring bulbs
and still the words 
ache in us
only when 
it enters us
the cold

dead lives matter too


Boneholders, meshed within flesh. Wonderless, breath balloons squirming unheard. Worm-worded. Hegemonies of absence once upon their time. Gasping and groaning, Maui wriggles away into stillness and silence.


grave matter
in memory-made
once with words

prayer in fits of ineffability

late afternoon
my shadow falls deeper
into debt

season word
I transplant my heart
into foreign soil

obverse mind
a dusting of light
on the matter