Writing

Under tapestry (the porch lights out) unworthy clientele address her. They hunt the wide stitch,…

Out of the axed arbor to the clasp of shadows. Layman-led away from the gryphon’s…

And in the foreground of the portrait: not your average flayed saint. Coppered skin, saliva…

Trophies, dust of Parnasse on the Catholic garden. On the blue petals fresh snow, ambered,…

There is a tiny kingdom asleep in a cobwebbed tower. The eyes are semiprecious. The…

Looped with a necklace of narcissus, a braid a circlet a trace of thorns. Sprig…

Bearing death a great distance, ice invades the towns, the withered landscape an abandonment of…

Marie, maigre, marais. Marine inlets pocked with drowsing flies engage the afternoon of a faun.…

The sun looked like the moon today. Our setlines useless, landlocked. Shadows fed on winter’s…

Dark rush round the roses, flat sea bound and curled. A tint and blush and…