Melody & Violence

“Elusiver, bringer of ambiguities, do / sing for me our future. / Dote and dawn on my / thoughts what pretentious gift torments / your precocious kids, portent in…”

The Coming Prince

“Into waiting hands anticipation drips / cursive hints curling against shifts pained / shapes resent, windowless chambers fingers lace / in an embrace until new day breaks. // This…”