RAGGED RED BLANKEY, DONE IN BY TIME AND GRAVITY

the thread    tore.
the division    like magic.

drawing a line of chill between
head and knees. i wake bereaved.

what was that dream?
Shanghai? was that you calling?
i don't remember such green.

but maybe i do, anyway.

here, 1987. i am born two months early
and bundled like a zongzi in a blanket.
my arms ( Read more... )

BIRTHDAY BOUQUET

We bypassed the hothouse, the lilies
who contemplate Nietszche, as is their way.

Instead, I took her to pick the cheerful weeds
that wither with the coming of the night, only
to spring from the earth as dawn splits the dirt.

Perhaps there is reincarnation. Recycling
of souls that are made of such dear stuff.

She took a bunch snipped ( Read more... )

SILENT NIGHT

woven branches daubed in taupe, are the frame,
latticework, an e.e. cummings verse,
beyond which the nap of velvet sky is swathed.

no stars tonight no not tonight

only the diminished moon, whose eldritch halo
extends only to tease the darkness forth
before the dream factory's cumuli encase her.

shiver themselves into vapor

to enter the ears ( Read more... )

THEY TOOK HER SON

because Sha-Ge her husband had been seen,
and caught sowing sorghum on land not his
since the colonizers came. Story is,
he ran away when chased and hid between

the branches of the holy tree. He stayed,
turned to asceticism, was renowned
for breaking ties and leaving what he owned.
She cursed him when they came, a gray brigade

to seize ( Read more... )

THE SEEKER

your pomegranate heart

crammed with secrets rich to bursting
and in each, a small, hard seed of truth

so bitter your evolution screams poison!
even as you probe with a lascivious tongue

the crevices, the cloven tooth, the dark
hungry palate sundered before birth,

but later the membranes closed themselves
as if in shame. Like doors, weighty ( Read more... )

DRABBLE #2: Show tension in an ordinary setting. No resolution. POV B.

The watery liquid was barely lukewarm in her mouth, and Rachael snuck a glance around her. The coffeeshop was silent except for the muzik piping into the ears of nonexistent customers and the sounds of the barista. If the scowling was any indication of the general service, she ( Read more... )

UNTITLED HAIKUS
(conversely Ophelia, on Taurine)

the mad heroine:
circadian rhythm
maximization,

eschewing daylight
for that extra-eight-hour
window of study.

i ask you: all this,
necessity? masochism.
exercises in

futility. as
my browsing history shows
facebook dominance

qualifying me
as EPIC FAIL. So. Good night
sweet ladies, good night.

-SLEDDING WITH MERCY-
Dedicated to, in fact, my friend Mercy.

Defiantly, we laughed and laughed
In the wake of the runners, eating snow
Like some sort of sorrow. Our arms
Were clutched tightly across our chests, eyes closed.

Faces reflecting the sky, unseeing,
We leapt, and went down head-first, not heeding

The unspoken threat of broken finger,
Wrist, ( Read more... )

-AUTOCRUCIFICATION -
(on the ways he did not love you)

Banging in the nails yourself with a scale,
A pound of flesh on one end that you grasp
Jealously, while bringing the bronze to ring
Against bronze, the chains tangling. Empty
Is the other scale.

You ignore the din
Of whining counters, the fulcrum's forced,Straining.

Did you cut out your ( Read more... )

-UNTITLED-
The fic that ties together Malory, Mists of Avalon, and Merlin. That has eaten my brain.

...they say that he was carried off with grievous wounds, by a barge to Avalon, his half-sister Morgan Le Fey weeping for him at its helm despite their enmity. And there he will remain, recovering on the Isle of the Fair, until England calls for him ( Read more... )