Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Can I with them combat
the sense of sedative,
the white powdery pauses
between street noise?

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I haven’t the stories To Fill the family

My men are scattered,
Their pictures locked, burned,
And flooded: lost.

My women are few
And community-less
lessened by loneliness
and loss.

Legacies slow
to a simple wheel squeak
then silence.  And in the silence,
footsteps, walking away from fire.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

systems of justice

There is no need
For confessions in
No contracts;
There is no theft
No Hatred, nor

Your company
Will not alienate
Nor bruise
Like old skin fruit.
Us friends
Will not be made mean
With hunger
Or desperate
With thirst
Or sick with
repeated defeat.

Our trials pass
over the mahogany
of hope and verdicts
are sparrows
from a long,
cool river,
a momentary echo
swallowed in