Twenty-Four Mocking fame, I do erase the names on graves And sobbing gruellishly begin to use the names myself. I go To visit my new
Dusk she listens, casts a cloak as cool begins to seep and lovers wait the gate is warm wood and lichened earth as pungent as
Sonnet Surrounded though I am by senseless sound, with empty speech and shouting all around, through all of this cacophony, I’ve found One syllable of
The Jumper I first saw him as a meteor. His foot flare blazing as he fell from the helicopter. They became odd ornaments in an
DANGEROUS KNOWLEDGE You thought she saw your god the other night. Her quick step, the tilt of her upturned face— Something gave away a sinister
Faithfully Yours We keep our superstitions Like umbrellas, neatly handy All the old, familiar lies wrapped up in ribbons All the heartbreaks boxed, like candy.