Alien Literature

“Self-conjured, a stranger with the thirsty / tongue of an injured wolf lapping // at the pink wounds of my winter’s own two / ears, lone familiar longing…”


“Bearded like a philosopher / taking up this pen to scribe a / love written in fragments by my // predecessors, tracing in breath / on water with the…”

Whither Men Scarce Ever Come

“Brown and awful, caramel chars / the edge of the orchid’s wilting petal, // so called from the Greek / for testicle, a biker’s lighter’s fluid ignites // pastel…”