With a pulse of cello and scent of cognac,a lingering want as the moon drags tides, like a metronome with fingers.Then—silence—the breath before the fall, like a piccolo whispering a symphony,with a single note.Exhaling the taste of yesterday's tobacco,...

A slow drift afloat, of sapphire notes, of winsome blues settling in the air holding on to deep tides, endless deep,like a salt-licked pulse.Pouring itself into a glass of dusklike spilled memories through honey, slipping between my fingers, a...

Forged in the sound of caw the hammer falls the chaos its creation...the divine...the carrion's songin the rain slicked alley gathering like shadows a black feather falling unearthing the secretsa blacksmith testing steel against the cold gray dawn its...

No tongue singing elegies tonight,in twilight’s slow autopsy, ghosting.Splitting the seams of vowels,consonants clotted with ink.Knocking at my mind’s rotting hinges,no morphine left to numb the throng.Insomnia peeling at the window frame,sweet scent of anesthesia.Pollen of ashes failing from...