Under No Stone Erected

“From under no stone erected / a breath, undetected. Above, / some crossroads a coach—atoning / for its emptiness, impatient / as flesh is impermanent—sits / open; anticipating…”

Poeta Non Grata

“I could be your damage, an image / who manages to avatar for / ciphers imagined relevance, this / talent of mine more supportive of // concepts no one…”


“On a whisper or a whim, from / inside a cycle unwashed an airing of / linen dirtied with introspection comes a moment / buzzing. A muddying finger…”