For every blue, a craving burns orange; for every violet, flames a yellow desire; in every hot heart smolders embers of emerald. And every white hunger ashes a black want.
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
The blank of the window that long ago he dreamed from vacantly out at him
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.
“Who the hell did you piss off,” Tom said. Blaine’s smile widened. “I’m going to beat this,” he said. “I’m going to beat it.”
Underwater liver, hider behind rotted sog logs mover that moves in a quiver from dark water to darker, I lure you with plastic pollywog from water. Avid hand distorts in reach to retrieve you, refracted numbed else thing underwater, touches slick shiver never knew before. You bring so much (not to mind, for mind cannot … Continue reading A Fish
After Sadie Hawkins bonfire and dance, I let the Goat hang in the closet and tried to ignore it. It was getting kind of scary. Every time I opened the closet to get dressed for school or something, there it was with its horsehair shagginess and empty mask eyes and goat mouth grin. It made … Continue reading The Goat in the Closet