Poetry
Autumn 1994
The Old Religion
That was the world before the world, where we drifted, weightless, in each other’s arms. Or before there were arms, when we were only quiet together, wrapped in countless swizzles […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
Halloween
Fuck October, season of burning, each leaf a singular flame lit from within, its spiraling fall like madness, and the toothy rakes clawing piles which smolder all night. Fuck sunlight […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
Sometimes the Dead
How infinitely we come to love the finite—the moment summer’s first sunset hangs its impossible light in a balance and my lover and I stare like idiots, unable to say […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Alchemy
(John William Polidori, M.D. 1795-1821) Such precision in your death. You’d found the color of forgiveness, or, at least, forgetting—Mottled purple. Blue-black like the bruise which wove around your ankle […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Desire
In the beginning, the Devil came only as a shadow. He had no voice. No substance. No weight. Howshy he was, coiled in the long dark at the foot of […]