Diaries of the World

Poems

Feathers of Doom Littering the Ground

The leaves of the birch tree where crows build their nests were electrified and magnetized.— I saw a surge of ghostly bodies. I saw fireflies glimpse like small eyes of rats. I saw feathers dropping like bombs, littering the ground. I saw wings surge and flutter, ashen and apocalyptical. I saw cremated images, portraits, indeed. [...]

Poems

After Being Examined Again

  that’s enough now        I’ve had                       if there is standing in front of mirrors                          only here there is breathing in and holding                         the way skin breathes lift that leg                                               thoughtless wait here and read this                      I would questionless                                        bury my head [...]

Poems

Becoming (from memory and a HocÄ…k tale)

some futile thing that can’t be secured (attention or a plastic toy – does it matter?) he slams his bedroom door stands for a long moment before the goldfish bowl and knocks (a part of him, split off, will call it an accident, knowing it isn’t) the food container into the water – their small [...]

Poems

Sacramental Agnostic, Mr Christian

I arrive by way of mutiny. As second to the self’s captaincy I amend a creed in this squall.   Slops of Councils wash from the tarred deck. This briny world is a fictive place   I’ve never been outside a tale of grizzled tropes that signify fidelity   of a kind, or otherwise. Everything’s [...]