Saturday, May 28, 2011

New Poems Up!

New poems up at the wonderful and bloody 13 Myna Birds, which might just be one of my favorite online journals ever, and not just because I'm in it. Selections:

When I hold on, I hold on,

though I walk around like other people,

all blood and glasses. My softness

still hangs from your eyes. I am

out of sun. I envy your mouth.

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....My house



hurts me more than the old Buick,

more than new lovers come-hither

as cats do. I open my whiteness

until it pools. My softness hands

from the gap in my head.

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