I’m naked in the mirror reflecting on reflection and feeling thankful that I don’t usually have to see myself from this (or any) angle the light is unforgiving but not as much as me the mirror is a canvas and I don’t like what I see I show no restraint: I don’t like me … Continue reading
I can hear my voice across the stars My throat is trembling with stitched-in scars But white doves fly from broken palms for you alone I cannot heal the beast in me The touch of your hands can set storms free But these quiet seeds will forever be for you alone This world will … Continue reading
It’s a quarter to four the girl in silver shorts down at the police station makes a report about an impossible situation The tiger, pretending it was tame, lay down with the lamb and the lamb rose with a sense of shame The girl in the silver shorts worries that her reputation is nothing … Continue reading
Brighton Beach Brighton Beach will rain on me Devour flesh with sky and sea. Auburn hair on autumn stones, Only the seagulls mark the bones. Shingle shifts she’s left to drown Beneath the pier, her voice still sounds. Brighton Beach will reign in me The queen is crowned with sky and sea.