Daddy’s moon-still
came down out o’ mountain
Witch-sick in a mildew box
and was old when Daddy found it
and the other…
way your thumb
\skate
o’ver first two fingers
all scared to hold her hand
those two stories sittin’ side by side
- horror novel, all full of ******
- slip-of-a-girl poem book,
one might turn back dial far as you dare
these what gifts my Muse give me,
call me to make ‘em up
either way, bet ya’
2nd run already inking on press,
they looking for widow Stockwell
and they ****** on backlog
sweater girls at Temple, Brown
starved-up hungry for wordbones
can let themselves lap ink on
- someone go cruel long-form
- go sweet when it call to short
- can click-to when story-fever break
and all's left is what come-through-window
- sparrow-tap for grain.
- sycamore go beat itself on glass.
- somethin' once beat steady, just quit now it spent
they want put eyes on
this pen
last ship out with a hole in it
man made out of balloons
just one pin
\ Stockwell - May 2026