Category Archives: Poetry

Fortified mortification
survives winter's nucleus
mucus and shame
frozen wrist protrusions
hands that were never hands.
Was winter winter?
The march of digression
the bold outnumbed
the cold on this yellow flower
brickless street. Hot humiliation,
then. Rotting, rotting, not rotting
frozen in the worst moment
of decomposition, stinking thinking
sinking sinking long-dead blackberry
stinking. Breathe, keep, reduce.
Embarrassment simmers into
a reduction.