What is intimacy But two skulls pressed together And all our hardness Discarded And somehow in spite of difference Smoothing a shoreline....

I’ve seen our nerves Laid out Detached from diagrams More jellyfish than neurons   We float and fire Webbed and laced Cracking with...

Smash it from your hands Weaker self, and you who Did not take your chance Rested Assumed Forever For once Karmically Rather The impotent...

It crests The expression Wry, melancholy Settled, yet unsettled in the eyes Of pretty, lonely women But what you do In private sights Is...

Why? My poems are intended To make people Rise To feel the heat Within Themselves And even when I fail My dream Is that my words will not...

He could have run Twice Urged   Would you?   Do we even want To run To leave? Is it much better Leaving that pull at our shoulder Never...

The universe does not Coalesce into a core A pointed singularity But a Heart Beating, bleeding Welling and overflowing with More The...

How we once were strong Words, whispered An agony Entirely academic Rootless, turned As easily by pure or apathetic thought But others...

We enlarge Cut, file, polish Place colour or hold it Within ourselves Our own marvellous mechanism The dark jewel of our hearts Is what...

The size of the gem Its colour, cut, clarity Can still be held by your Hands, the same as mine What real wealth And worth is Gleaned...

Perhaps, in Extolling struggle Pain Tears shed In battle, or An awful yet Never, never, never futility The melancholy No less an emotion...

There is such depthless heroism Missed So many tears and wounds That could be saved So many fears and frustrations Denied When we take...

I cannot weep Any more Something better Greater Not less Than the tired “my eyes are dry” I simply do not see the sense Gifting salt and...

There is a chain of suffering Of overcoming For every trial Never alone   The mothers, warriors The creators and unmakers Those we know...

What are ‘we’? I hear this word a lot We, when bound in love Long ago   This I don’t mind We now seems to be said By militants Unelected...

Resentment is a comfortable coffin Keeping you dead and confined What does it hurt what people do?   Those who may have to offer you...

Insult an enemy and they will curse you Concede to one, and they will mock you But ignore them, and build your dreams? They and the mob...

Feeling the fire The fear Worst; the laziness And when you push For a longer time And into the repetitions All you need to beat is...

Nothing but your own warm flesh Blanketed by misfiring The meditative space Stretching and stilling Allowing the ticks of muscle Beat of...

He does not dwell beneath the sky In a distant land or astral plane.   No smoke to sight or bursts of flame     Its greed and wrath and...