• The Fat Bird

    feed the fat bird feed the fat bird feed the fatten the feed the fat bird fatten the feed the fatten the fat bird if you feed the fat bird you’ll fatten the fat bird and if you fatten the fat bird you’ll ground it. I’m the fat bird. The fat bird still flies sometimes. Read more

  • A female poem

    This month’s blood delays? or kills? an unborn child. I would have you suckle. Breasts milkless, minimal. Small nipples. Friend says I’ll be a D-cup For a baby. I wonder. Are letters assigned To pregnant bellies, too? Fragile new being, small mouth on my naked skin, when I get you I’ll write you a better Read more

  • Fire

    The flame, plume of tortured wood-gas, whips his frenzy against the air Coming and going, like never, like always, always in transit, never the same No two fires are alike. I had to work to make this one burn. The wood was too large, too damp, too chilled. I piled on twigs and blew like Read more

  • Hasp

    Something (advances) Howl of a child timbre of a singer voiceprint of a lover catcall of an enemy hasp of a lover Tick of a biorhythm catcall of a memory resonant frequency of entrapment silent hum of fate. Slur of a drunk footsteps of a guitar creak of a tightrope twang of an enemy breathing Read more

  • I hate you. The stench of your lunch nauseates me. I want to break your pencils, crush your delicate models. Let me burn your dainty clothes. Let me near you! I’ll slash your glossy hair. Such fragile bones. Petite frame. I need to lift you, swing you, smash you against a wall, leave your pieces Read more

  • I Cried

    I cried when I left you. I whimpered Quiet bright tears etching the inside of my skull I cried when I realised you wouldn’t follow. I sobbed Heavy wet tears splattering the tiles of my kitchen I cried when I discovered I could live without you. I wept Dim orange tears tinting the curtains of Read more