On iron red tipped mountains high,
heat and scorched earth cracked in rays,
waves brought by arid death—
beams shooting through salt flats barren an age ago,
cracking the range as Earth splits the crust westward through
Working on something
is better than doing nothing.
Being a joker in the kingdom
is being the one with all the wisdom.
Walking any line
is better than a walk
In the dark,
seeing through sunshine is better than
showing your spots....
Corrente alternada, turbulenta ou serena.
Na praia, perguntaste ao homem do casaco cinza:
Como defines “a vontade”?
Com o dedo ele desenhou uma onda senoidal na areia, e depois apagou-a
com braçadas a seu alvedrio. Uma dose de...
Matter of Lying
Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying
Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying
Modality of the bulimic
Her sunshade scented of urine flux
Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic
The Fig Sonnet
She leaned into me.
The wind pushed me back.
The glare closed my eyes.
The bird grasped the limb.
The tweet soothed my chills.
The rock warmed my heart.
The stone felt my hand.
The gold cleft the blue.