The fog’s incandescent glow at full moon,creates shapeshifters from shadows,like a blind man, the smells and sounds,become more effusive than ever. The drip, drop cadence of the bobbing vessels,portray the sound of gunshots ricocheting around the harbor,or perhaps, it is the step of otherworldly beings,seeking their betrothed from the land…

What is sleep,but the hard reset,of the mind.The brain changes configuration,releasing toxins,dispensing cookies. Repairing the damage,from cortisol-induced stresses,reducing sharp edges among the folds,Bringing to question,whether names can’t hurt you,as physical tolls prove otherwise. Flushing the system,with the means to motivate,and shape the daily masterpiece.Defined by what is left,the salvaged energy…

You are so weird was the most loving thing my mother said and you speak Spanish that sounds like Armenian  but her arms were smooth and smelled like bread and she would let me write on her feetin pen and rasp off the lettersin dusty callus powder my words shredded and dismissed below her little undefined feet with unspoiled perfectly aligned toes two…

I was spit out the other end of an arrogance high a confident saunter into adult separationas if peeling the dysfunction from my skin would lead to a cellular replacement  Now a renewed adolescentI yearn for the small angled reflective pieces of a dissolving (dys)funhouse No, you wouldn’t fit through the keyhole it’s made custom for my skeletal…

my strange claw-footedsovereign of the attic landing glass laying openyour filigree ribcage  a deco display casequiet as a casket protecting the proxies of people I’ve loved  an incomplete tea-seta coronation mug two model aeroplanesthree porcelain toads what heirlooms await you a Lladro figurineslender and gleaming a mallard-shapedpencil sharpener some old first editionI…

I dance through sleep while others dream the stars on their distant throneare nothing to me there will be no more stained glassno incantations I dance through griefwhile others mourn my tears are nothing to me I am no-one’s beloved  I am a ribbon whipping on the wind my feet are…