memory

I heave up another lungful of gulped down stars and margarita moon (behind: a guitar plinks and ripples and twangs, …

Great bronze bald head mawning like slow laze lion always tan from endless village loops delivering letters, bills and birthday …

I’m outside, on the corner slate flower bed purple as burst plum, conjures mother, leant, exhausted on the speckled countertop, jousting …

Years ago I heard him- I swear I heard him I swear I heard the brass bells dull and grey …

I felt somehow guilty for what you’d done. You’d hurt yourself and now they knew. Now there was nowhere for …

The infinite shining sun of my childhood is where you sleep, our history fifteen years past, passed faster than can …