“A season of dragon scales and broken dolls”
On Divorce I
"This trance this black of burnt bone and flayed flesh, this blanched care."
on divorce I The cost, a few miracles, a few fires in the inner ear. A few thighs full of dreams and dreams full of bankruptcy. A few nights beneath lies. The point is, he lost them all and her and the brown bread from a can and could still paint its raisins with the…
a man to his wife on the beach, June 2010
"The dark is bigger than we think, /a slow crawl of sticky hair in the drain." But we'll get used to it.
“The dark is bigger than we think, /a slow crawl of sticky hair in the drain.” But we’ll get used to it.