You confine me in shadow, obscure my vision,Let terror wash over meI try to stretch my limbs, yearning for freedom,To reveal myself to the worldIt doesn’t work; I am bound…

mystify then ,emerge and render something beautiful .escape this presentobscure conundrum .shift .this is not home .bound to figure it out .tomorrow i carvewith the details of this very thought…

The terror of the average still life lies in its sugary shining. Those yokel apples, as obvious as labor. The pears that stretch the dawn until its warp rips to…

I used to love a boy who could render fat from any source until shining, liquid gold would emergehissing the hymn of its soul but bound my mouth to muted…

“Hang onto my faith until yours comes back,” she said I grew up thinking, in my one hand, nothingness, dust,the other, everything, shining, a universe as glove, essentially, tho’ a…

thirty muted lines on fire we are the words we choose outsiders emerge aloud and pound against the terrible membrane of source details – terror light the pyrerender moonset and…

When they carve the womb from your body it leaves a hole in your psyche. That the absence of an obsolete organ could crush a woman’s spirit is bound to…

Almost to the top of houses, shiningwater spreads, to no man’s order bound;a figure in a kayak, too, is present. Deep clouds mystify with their intentionsall day long, this road…

Lookeven as shadow falls awayI cannot escape the crush, paralytic weight of your absence. Remember when rain would not stop and the brook could not contain the terror, when field…

a shining terrorwill emerge and stretch, pass muted shadowover sunken gorge figure after figurerising in the night,a field of dark flowersbound up under ice now from a slow thawthey shift,…