Ever the Fury

“Harpy-taloned and Sphinx-faced, nemesis / vowels trickle from the / arches of my whale-ribbed / crib of a mouth, // my impatient tongue pillowed / with swallowed prophecy as / though…”

Translating Anguish Into English

“Composure regained, pain’s / relics lose paradise / as they lay / out amputations of / truth like a // Shrapnelled body lips / embellish with rancid / kisses its greige / flesh…”

An Echo in Babel’s Well

“Carried by harried song bruising / the ceiling, weaving into combs / of honey desolate air thickening // despair to knots of guts tugging / at breath sweetening our…”