We abandon hunger At the first sliver of light Baby crescent cobra Hovers over Unburied bones On thawing ground We cannot weight To shove them under Careful consumption Exposed in onion skinned detail The swollen swallow Chokes On a breath of fresh air Replacing the silence of peacekeeping With deafening truth Sing sing sing Goodbye…Read more Burning Moonlight
Month: February 2021
Book Review: Angels and Assassins
Admittedly, I'm cheating a little in the alphabetizing of this series but, I finished this book yesterday and it's all too relevant. Angels and assassins are not mental health conditions; they're metaphors explaining a hopeful neurobiological discovery in the most recent book by scientific journalist, Donna Jackson Nakazawa. I'm a huge fan. What do all…Read more Book Review: Angels and Assassins
Arms Length
When the apples Leaves And branches Have been insatiably devoured And there's nothing left to take You lean Frozen against the rigid stumps Who give pants, whimpers, howls From what remains? Blown out veins and petrified trust Hungry doormats Objectified Devoting at your feet Praying for the vacant pat Of hollow Apologetics "now, let us…Read more Arms Length
Born in Providence 