We were hiding in the Seattle Delta
No one behind, no one to look
A cathedral ruin, ghosts roaming
We were trapped, entangled between the webs
Their legs glistening like fluorescent lights
Your arms outstretched
Mine always a bit out of reach
Waiting to finally touch
Maybe on a train a year from now
On a long car ride, too many eyes
They stretch and stretch
Tunnel vision, portals closing
Your fingertips, puncture wounds
Caught between 2 time zones
At sundown on a Seattle rooftop.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
The universe at its right angle
changes you into
day. Yet again, next year
you will look the same—
unpunctuated
line of zodiac
in easterly motion
makes its highest path to
you in winter.
*Sunlight pours down to earth from every angle.
You emerge with your mouth.*
The universe’s only apparent movement.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
In youth, to myself I thought,
'Is true love bound in some far away place?'
I flew off— picturing dreams to be had.
Ah, so much in books and on film I saw
And so I settled my gaze,
Westward to love.
And I met a girl who knew,
Trades of skin which came and quickly fell,
Of longings true it was not to be had.
Ah, so much in books and on film I saw,
So I left her one glad day,
For we did not love.
O love, so nebulous a thing,
Windings on wheels, windy fates command,
If I could but contain her starry light,
In a wrapped box of hopes, still, on reels,
Recorded in books, in films— fables,
Ah, such an album I would dream.
Then came my only, true one,
The coolest rains held in longest summer,
But soon even bliss in a shower ends
And words to eyes but stories— whims.
Ah, so many pictures I made,
In a camera without film.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
when the moon
blinked, he saw
me, angry
but not mad. i
have stars under
my tongue. i
won’t swallow
and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—
they are the fire
on the surface
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
I opened my eyes on the front porch of my house.
Mosquitoes,crickets singing latest ballads,
And all I could think of was
The connection between my constellation
and yours.
Orion and Lepus look almost intertwined
from down here,
but I know better.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
I fall in love everyday.
Either on the bus,
Or on the subway.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC