Poems from October Carnevale
I spread the tips of my fingers against the smooth wood of my table- elongated so there’s enough room in the center for a bouquet of roses....
The onyx of my eye confesses on this page:soft and torn with a leaking edge,My breath sinks into creamy lines:a fusion of cursive, print,...
when my mind is quietmy heart erupts emotionsit's pain erodes the mind blocksand gives me whiplashit subjects itself to neuronsand...
I've tried endlessly to make a shift...to rotate my breathing...1...4...8...1...4...8...to let my eyesdroop,and my heart steady: like...
laughter stressed, shadowed, and slaughteredbloodbaths on blanketed - frost bitten wallsprowling Paralysis cripples perceptionintaking...