
this letter will be ignored
as so many others
or perhaps worse
misread
as if
some other
were the subject
instead of you
(February 9, 2021)

this letter will be ignored
as so many others
or perhaps worse
misread
as if
some other
were the subject
instead of you
(February 9, 2021)

There was no time
for good-bye.
And, what she promised
would never happen, did:
she was gone;
he was not.
(July 27, 2019)
by

The ghosts in his forest sift
between the bramble, collect
momentarily in clearings,
and compare notes on their
unconsummated affairs.
His apparition slips along
her edges, begging the margins
she ignores. Annotations,
without context, entangle
his thoughts, growing a life
of their own, a meaning
of their own, as blooms
of moss on the forest floor
disguise the broken trees
in a green effulgence.
He tries to trace her designs
within her fractured words.
Each turn he takes leads away
form yet another possible exegesis;
until, he falls into a clarity
forever uncertain and voiceless.p
(May 5, 2019)
by

With each assertion
tempered with doubt,
I quaver
and do not move—
as if a leaf
in autumn
indecisively about to fall.
Always on the cusp
of desire,
I stutter and fail.
What I would say
folds obliquely
into silence.
As if what one says matters,
when no one is there to hear.
(August 4, 2018)

I never answered
the question you did not ask
but I wanted to
(May 26, 2018)