Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

“Gimme some sweet!” we scream blessed by your MAD words BAD words GLAD words SAD letting them scorch palates y quemar nuestros labios like Holy Wafers in the Devil’s mouth. Give us a taste of life your loco— salty and caramel-kissed— with every candy-flip of the page forming crystalizations of lithium-pink opiate rock (candy) on… Continue reading Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

Burn

Life is slow here in a border town where lazy palms scantly twitch in dead breezes— dry and pollen-choked. Everywhere. Nowhere. Cattle, brown against my hand and an expanse of cloudless blue, meander aimlessly, chewing cud that never quite hits the spot. Their eyes, like minds— blank— close to things made new by the blessing… Continue reading Burn

Little Deaths

We implode— explode— in raptures of liquid light that set the skin to sizzle on the spit like slow-cooked meat, pulled apart in greedy clutches, peeling skin from skin, limb from limb, sinew from bone until all is gone, fallen away in shreds and trickles. Tongues prodding, hungrily, for the taste of coppery bliss of… Continue reading Little Deaths

AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)

I. AI! AI! AI! Sated with stolen life, emerged from mother’s Night, there is longing to be free from the warmth of darkened humours-- to be crowned by The Light of Artificial Gods. Our worlds quake and rip, tossing us upon gory shores beyond fertile crests, illuminated by a cold Sun. Messengers sweep down in… Continue reading AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)

Life In/Verse

thoughts flow through the air like drifts of grey ash from a burning tower, scorching across white sheets like cigarette burns. to some, words sound foreign and strange— no rhyme or reason— but not to those who listen in tongues. for sooth of my Muse’s vanity, compulsion rules. mad scribblings abound. i disturb the peace… Continue reading Life In/Verse

Blue Sky through Bare Branches

I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches, the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back, clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place. I long for the stillness of being found only in the shedding of this meat that plants me here. Oh, to touch those spaces in-between. To graze my lips… Continue reading Blue Sky through Bare Branches