Junction Sonnets
Light fragmented and trestle-work shadows
poetry
What You Want
The weekend's endless
Fractal
The shore is strewn with tiny triangles
Os Innominatum
In the courtyard, bloodwork
The Theory of Bugs
They are everywhere
Walking the Woods With Water
Discernment: not what one sees but how one knows
perforated
week by week the doctors
the ghost town of lymph
centuries of throats but her shadow reaches a fullness and pulls back from the
This is the body, consoling itself
This is the body in solitude
When Bouzoukis Play
Step inside the instruments;
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