Gloomiferous Pooms

Correction of an Earlier Point With reason, frequently renewed; With limit, acknowledging failure; With honesty, despite discomfort; With...

Sometimes, it's fragility, emptying at a careless crack. Sometimes, it's a key turning, opening a cabinet of ribs. Sometimes, it's just...

"Maybe a rabbit is next. If I can find gentler attendance in me." I'd not bend you towards gentleness, o wolf, were it your teeth I'd...

All my poetry has gone quiet, a silence settled everywhere, not grown around a hollowness or absence, but instead a presence, diffuse and...

But there was no water anywhere there. I found no water there at all. I found no water there at all. What heated dream isn't wet? I...

(a work in progress which will never be finished) i. I take tea in the afternoon, let the day settle, sort itself out. It's still bitter,...

Opportunity makes the thief, and you give me plenty: fire left unattended, hours which nobody counts, a button left where it fell,...

Patience, in its peculiarity, does not wear thin, but rather stretches into thinness a dozen other virtues more brittle than itself. What...

Bright blooms brushed the generous swell of her breasts where the robe split wide and welcoming, unburdened by thoughts of modesty. The...

We aren't meant to be alone, he said, and I held my tongue, sunk into arms warmer than the words I bit back, but I know the immensity of...

i. One line descending diagonally, three hidden between, unsubtle pleasure reflected in roundness. ii. That face was mine, round-mouthed...

Distraction arrived in familiar lines today. I have seen that sorrow sunlit before, the same shadows cast in shorter framing. Different...

What ambition did I hold then that hangs now? These arms do not reach for old threads but hang loose, light. Unburdened. Those are not my...

Mistaken for a bird, but I know better, see the stars, what they've scattered over cheeks, how they've built a bridge between wet eyes...

The trouble with having skin is its constriction, the way it holds stubbornly, cruelly to one shape & size, keeping all the enormity...

What poetry is there in this thread which connects from Count to shadow and from death to rebellion? What's mercy in the face of...

He says what I know of his body is all softness, but I know it's only as soft as the earth solid beneath my feet, an anchor when I might...

I asked for fewer walls, and you gave me a leash with which to lead me places I never would have found on my own, hidden inside me as...

My first step was into the storm, hoodie on in the heat & humidity, a slower descent into the unknown than I used to take, but my knees...

Every time you smile, I think to capture it, to collect and classify each in turn, labels affixed to the corner of your mouth in my...