Tag Archives: poems

The Graduate

Some people are taught how to write Framed parchment, fancy script hanging pretentiously above cherry wood roll top desks brimming with pomp and circumstance They write villanelles about summer sunsets…

Perpetuity

for it is impossible for anything to come to be from what is not, and it cannot be brought about or heard of that what is should be utterly destroyed…

Tongues

when you can’t speak the language it’s like absolution your conscience swept clean of nouns and infinitives you hear only the song of it guttural, geminate, trill trick of longitude…