Gallery
Literature
the Alistair Codex
a book that's long and low
of red and green semaphores
in black sunset skeletons
of cracked desert asphalt
of cool green ivy
of an old canoe in a deep Wyeth meadow
of early Friday summer afternoons
of memories of men who had memories of Lincoln's men
of beat-up old family guitars
of Western songs derived from bloodlines that include
Wishing You Were Here, Heartlight, and You're No Good
of pipesmoke drifting
across a covered porch in a summer rain
of playing horseshoes
with Mark Twain, Boucicaut, and Tutankhamen
of soothing strains of Django Reinhardt
flowing from a Victrola in an abandoned Oregon farmhouse
of dozing in a north
Featured
269 deviations
Literature
surviving September
there is a sting and a shape you can’t make out but it takes you and we are at base level stories in the blood foundational measuring the world’s teeth the speaking universe something is stuck come quick rip it free come quick something is stuck here (inside of me)
Free Verse
967 deviations
Literature
what it's shaking for
so now you’re all alone in this:
how little you meant.
how replaceable you were.
how you broke your back for him.
how much he took.
how you thought
at least
there was no one
else so chosen
or so holy
so deserving.
and so now
you’re all alone
and he is buried deep
in her,
dressing her all up
in that thorny crown,
the one you thought
that no one else
could wear
the one you thought
brought sanctity
to your give,
his take
.
and meanwhile
love wears thin
paces paths in his
basement floors
not knowing why
he left you,
not knowing
why he stays
not hearing the bloody splinters
you’re still pulling
from your gums
but n
Fixed Form
28 deviations
Visual and Found Poetry
45 deviations
Collaborations
9 deviations
Literature
10.02.19
worrying in the quiet. if you're not okay, then I'm not okay.
Haiku and Eastern
153 deviations
Literature
internal love algorithm fragments
<span id="safe">cats</span>
<span id="dangerous">humans</span>
Experimental
4 deviations
Literature
I've got your back
open up
let me in
I'll fuse
allofmylimbs
be
co
me
yo
ur
sp
in
e
(I think you'll already find)
o u r n e r v e s s t r e t c h
map to map
inflamed
n
intertwined
Concrete
1 deviation
Literature
Dear Love
i.
We slept together the first time we met.
The smooth sensation of strangers’ hands,
bodies folded into origami.
The cement floor dug into our spines
as we rolled over one another —
we didn’t wait for the bed.
ii.
After a week I was smitten.
It was your birthday party that did it —
guests sat in a circle around you,
praises pouring from their hearts.
It constricted my throat,
droplets begging to be free.
I held the pieces of me in my hands
as I told everyone you were the kindest
person I had ever met.
iii.
The fierceness of this feeling,
the volcanic eruption of it,
killed whatever doubts I had.
But you forced
Prosetry
3 deviations
Literature
like magic
if you can't leave 'em with a laugh you can leave 'em sawed in half I'm hoisting the white flag and hanging it half-mast see I've got past experience I know the shape of a casket keep the question on your tongue it doesn't mean you didn't ask it I'm composed of screeching static a vaguely man-shaped panic underneath all the anxiety the depression's feeling manic like whoa there partner wait your turn we've got another bridge to burn and contents of a leaky gut to empty up here in the churn forty years all haunted by the specters of the spectrum unsure which monsters mean him harm and which want to protect him either way he's gobbled up a hollow bag of bones to crunch here lies the living memory of a life completely motherfucked spent a decade seeking comfort in the powders and the potions and hands that turned to sand gone sifted when he tried to hold em now he's shifted or replaced all of the idols on his totem but no bell's ever been unrung sometimes broken
Urban and Spoken Word
13 deviations
Literature
august (and everything after)
all of my best mistakes
are well intentioned.
when this summer ends
I wonder
where we'll be.
I'm still dreaming
of those plans
that you once mentioned,
I'm still wondering
if you ever still
dream of me.
and I know
the human heart
has many chambers,
more rooms
than anyone
can hope to fill.
still, I'd
like the chance
to earn a little
space there,
but only
if you'll let me.
say you will.
(I'll never ask,
just wait to hear
you say you will.)
Songs and Lyrics
1 deviation
Literature
walking the wire
i huddle in your sleeping
a starved pup gnawing bones
and nursing kicks
and i watch you
for your tells
your stirring
for when your eyes
turn just too bright
and fight me
and when your face
contorts me to
a stranger
i tremble
on your wire
not knowing if
i will survive
the fall
.
you begrudge
my every meal
.
my skin is a map
of a thousand cuts
and when you hold me
it’s with the knife
still in
your belt
and when you wipe my tears
it’s while you murmur
in my ear
‘love
you don’t have
to make me
do this to you
again’
Week One: Catalyst
25 deviations
Literature
engraved {08}
shooting stars
come around once
every blue moon.
& the cold hue
is dimming
damning what was
i think i see asterisms
folding into studded prions.
cosmos
all for naught;
fuck me
genius
what happened
to visionaries?
what happened
to visionaries
is a question that
seems to go unanswered
for as long as we
can recall.
with sorrows
snaked into
the only home
that was;
it appears
hope for spaces
were made for graves
& not engravements.
Week Two: Destruction
20 deviations
Week Three: Insight
20 deviations
Literature
doing gratitudes
we have
both
spent time
as ghosts
(haunting
and haunted)
and I do not know
if the shape
of your name
on my tongue
sounds to you
like resurrection
I can only speak
of the new life in me
of the spark in skin
and jolt to heart
and
to the fire inside
you started
to how I feel adopted
spelling
family
with felines
and foxes
to how I feel at home
(to how you feel like home)
how I've never felt
so seen
so appreciated
too
I guess this may
be less a poem
and more
a thank you
Week Four: Rebirth - The Afterlife
17 deviations
Week 4.5: Freewrites
1 deviation
Haiku and Eastern153
