Post Mortem

Could have been most anything really – there        are innumerable ways for things to get dicey. Is the red line of tetanus tiptoeing toward your heart? Maybe       a golf ball is sailing your way. Could be a bone hiding in your hurried lunch, something electrical        near the shower, stitches unraveling   while drivingContinue reading “Post Mortem”

Omphalos

My fires are so thirsty, the hunger drinks itself. Transcendent wheel turning, at once groaning and soundless. I speak the language of rounded stones, spoken at the navel of the world.   At times I cannot even reach you. At times I scoop you up to ride across the world in the cups of myContinue reading “Omphalos”

A Note On “Awakenings”

My previous post, Awakenings, was written in reflection of my step-dad’s recent passing due to pancreatic cancer.  Paul Hout was a great man.  Throughout my childhood, he and my mom had a tumultuous on-and-off relationship, and were married for a brief time.  In those days, Paul had some serious anger management issues, but he neverContinue reading “A Note On “Awakenings””

Through the Door

We live in the crook of fortune’s flexible arm, an arm that winds up at a predetermined and rigid hand.  We live both sides, both ways, each a tiger, surveying from ripples wound about the tightened stake of natural selection. We’d love a look at the other side without going through, a rare and much sought-after mystical optometry,Continue reading “Through the Door”