She’s smiling      the woman whose husband      will shortly have her murdered           whose thimble, whose sheets      whose husband’s flesh           will soon be warmed           by a more obliging body      with a lot more give and quite a bit less to say. She’s smiling     and at my leisure I can appraise      every detail of her…

I last saw him that Sunday. Sitting on an old pine log like a nuthatchstaring at the white morning glory in his garden. With quivering hands, he waved as the passersby called out, “Mr.Walton”.Words bounced off his lips but never reached an ear.He smiled as two squirrels ran pass him…

     i.            The sound of the Waves of EnvyLocks the gate to Life.Strand us on Styx’s shoresAll eternity to look upon the living mingle:The open air of joys forsworn forThe odes of misery we sing, we sing, we sing.      ii.            The sound of the Waves of MayaFull of Belief, and Hope, and Happy-The…

to be bright       and carry oni wanted in       but also wanted outyou all looked like dancing mummies from here andthe bedroom is always safe for me friendship          or i hate herfucking               but also i’m hungrymind over make, i can’t decide for myself and slowly i’m driving you to insanity  singer                               or killerholding   hands              or break up foreverthe…

dear future me  i felt bad that morning  looking at your imperfect posture when you sat sad deep-like-a-well black eyes  I truly felt bad  although A lot may say I didn’t because I left at the end  but they all (or maybe none)  have to know that that was me I…