Empty House

what make we what mar we in the formless air of the nothing square? shuttered, dustless and sere like a  hobbled moonbeam or broken cog. i speak i don’t but I speak and light dribbles down my cheeks and is lost in the cracks around my navel. hard to remember wax breaking, channel and signet […]


Let’s see what still works. do re me fa so very far I fall when the wind stops blowing held aloft like tinsel, like tin planes made of memory and bone. ten planes or eleven or six or seven while all bad dogs are barking at heaven Run through the manger howl and stammer break […]