Look what the sea dragged in, rugged and salt-cheeked like a bit of weathered glass. All the ladies love a pirate. All the pirate loves is the lady with limbs like fireworks, throwing herself from shape to shape as though made of light. If sold, she’ll slip your fist before you touch her; if bought, […]

for Conrad and Medora It bound them, wound about them, In and out all chains and cage, Slipper ribbons tied around them, Hold them in a wild bouquet, So she doesn’t slip away. Hidden in the heads of flowers, Petal letters; silent, spelt, Scented selam, soft empowerment, Speak a language, giant and gentle, Fragrant words […]

If I could maintain the dip and swoon, the plume of pine needles on my jaw, seeing feathers rustle in the wind through an eyepiece… If I could take the boughs of your arms, ours, white knuckles set to burst with sea water, salt cuts healed yet red as a cutlet… If I could hand […]