Poetry – Page 26 – swamp pink

Boy Saint

for Eric In the beginning, we were one blood. Then the body, stem of thorns, grew its disagreement from the inside out. Like all biblical stories, it begins with a simple thorn, a natural secret the body kept from itself. I open the sealed envelope: everything in the sky folded, gathered into one...

Smoke

Depressed and open like the sea, I stand, angry, coherent and continuous, to tell you about the sea, when the window has two eyes to see my despair the walls fingers to touch my ribs the doors tongues to talk about me. And when the water becomes the taste of water the air the taste...

Lizard

Strange never to have imagined being one, the rock beneath the lizard found itself one night noticing while over head, or over rock, stars wheeled their perfect wheel and the planets, a few planets, tonight, mazed the expanse. Oh, planets, thought the rock, the thought of the lizard disintegrating, as it had done night after...