Ten years ago I overflowed Full of lust, and wonder, and myself. You rushed down with spring melt And we were born Seeing only far behind Where we merged and wandered. If every seven years our bodies Are replaced completely, … Continue reading →

Hark, you Judas within: Dark earth folding beneath marching boots Mud-sliding between the strangling roots Cut short the slow hanging-man From gallows of my corpse, still Gasping for the cold dawn air. Why could we not wait till noon? —Jason … Continue reading →