Princess

the leaves crispy like bacon my yellow wellies all drooly because I once danced too close to the campfire poplar     poplar      oak pushpins holding the world poplar sweet chestnut Nick spots a creepy face in the bark broken t                                                                                                    r                                                                                                 e                                                                                         e up you […]

parallel of a dead oak

a tree dissevered dissevered a tree                                                roots worms                                                                          clear in green water  a deified root                                                     deified worms                                                                          a tree dissevered                                                                           translucent in green water a tree painted                                                    the reflection of hollow                                                              the landscape of woods holds its own […]

The stopper

                       lifted and all we did undoes, unfixes beneath this weight of days retuned to weightlessness                                     in wilderness, each field                                     or beach          and every forest found, that late-night bath                                                we ran, my fingers parting                    tangled strands, our tracks in crops or sand                              then every moon phase                                                         slowly foaming […]

bone apple tea

bone apple tea             boneless feet             bonus amp in cheese               boney kerosine blonde amputee           bone atrophy                           phone apple jeans        A B C D             toe tap the fleas i want to see disorder, destruction, chaos.              i’ve put a delicious razor blade to my tongue, madly bruised,  teeming, wild—                         like the raving […]