Accidents and Incidents, Truths and Observations

Outside the day holds out its hands invites the night a dog barks on the mantle the clock ticks The room dissolves from its corn...

I have never told you have I about the girl whose name I never knew with angular features a long sharp nose and shaped eyebrows sk...

Those are not the sheets you feel slip sliding over your sleeping skin, but these, my hands, come wandering across a thousand seas ...

Baba Yaga creeps on chicken legs down the dark night street claws patches of rain black clouds from the sky and pastes them to the at...

will we be skin to skin again will blood be hot will bones awake and subtle muscular ripples strum and judder breaths ...

Should black bile sophisticate my blood  and shock my joints into a rictus lock then with your sharpest knife open my veins and drain...

Night has come like a bus stalled outside the window spewing mud grey clouds I think of you I think only of you I onl...