There is a moment before day when the world f o r g e t s her name— then she arrives, not as thunder, but as radiant energy, a whisper of warmth spilling through, essential for vision - an energy transfer, a quiet pulse saying: become. The air feels lucid, my thoughts i l l u m i n a t e their own corners, and I see not what is, but what she might be

(Rushing through the long hall down the long stairs) -Ani DiFrano, Self Evident -this long road leading to a windowless, empty room, birds are singing before 'started chasing me- I stay-in-prayer, thump'n forest barefoot top roots form [in] to bismuth shape, Melding with my exhale, stifling self [to] my gods -[while] I'm scared for my life whip't seldom solace wench't (Prayer Wrapping the air) the wind distorting my hair, It fills me [in

Dreaming is a velvet hallway, lined with rooms of liquid mirrors and doors made of breath. At the end, a mind-lantern you are drawn to, it pulls your body with its soft tide of dew. Above you, A glass ceiling of stars-- you push, it bends at your will. But I've let you fall too deeply, the mirrors begin to hum, soft as insects, inside your skull. I hum with them, weighing your hands, cementing you with soul-fog. the doors are now shut, the lantern rots

Amid ancient forget-me-nots' Bees buzzing under brilliant dusk Carefully conducting courteous ceremony Decrypt an otherwise desolate world Eager to envelope that honeycomb Frisky, fierce, fighting fable Garlands of themselves Hop the fence Ingenious plans Just enough to take us away Kindling like Lingering ashes, flying into those flowers Meandering down slowly, feeding the pollen No, I don't think there's a point in turning back Or maybe t

Telephone calls and Sunday fog. “How far?” And it’s not that long. Movies, drinks, romanticize the very first one that we both saw. Then we delve into obsession. Hide your intentions with soft kisses. A skewed reflection and floating oasis. Perfect the art so nothings missing. Hands up cause you failed to mention the arrival of my own assassination. A planned funeral with concessions. Watch love bleed to desolation. And amidst this sacrificial sentence: Addiction, it conned t

The dawning dread of the suns departure I sink with the seasons Into a thicket Nest of bramble. A thorny cocoon. A misty forest of overgrown orchard Our Hound treads lightly through dew Clings to blades of grass threading through Spokes of a rusted carriage wheel Wood rotted into earth A circle of dead gray trees Like toppled tombstones Bleached with time Petrified on a copper carpet of pine Beneath our feet, the roots spread, still

In Bowman Hall, the radiator knocks through Ethics. We underline justice until the word goes pale. Snow locks down North Adams by four. On Main Street, the old bank’s doorway holds a man folded into himself, coat stiff with ice. My phone vibrates. Breaking news. I silence it because class has started. Participation counts. On the screen: William Butler Yeats. “We make, out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric…” Later, we polish John Rawls like silver. Behind the veil, everyth

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crack my head open against the fucking curb like a water-doused acorn underfoot so I can finally feel my brain vomit ● regurgitate– do the thing nobody knows anything about floating pile of fat in a bowl of juicy mucus ● there’s a leak– spill it over the page– cerebrospinal fluid– don’t taste the salt water or they’ll tap your spine like maple trees ● i used to drink the Atlantic until i would be sick from the salt kidney can’t process dehydrated mucus pile ● i used to drink