Category Archives: Lovers
Sometimes, when I am flying through the sky, I watch a shadow of my ship dragging across the backs of a scudding cloud. I am my body lain along you, the curls and whips of white: your back, curving and drifting … Continue reading
My name is an ending, surname, derived from the Latin “Martinus”. (A gift from a father lost, failing beneath my powerless hands). I am dedicated to war not poetry no not that, not some clinking at keys, rather, clinking at bullets, … Continue reading
Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe?
Your nails still refuse to drag along my skin. Snow leopard. You… Your nails retracted, tongue curled, folded. Padding away into a mountains dark crevices. Where I, kokburu player, goat tosser extraordinaire, mad skier across Tuvan skies, lasso in hand and elk … Continue reading
So, riffing off Stay, a poem I wrote back in autumn. Curious what you think. I’m trying to work through some things… what love is all about, which is a rather large topic, how do we identify when we’re in … Continue reading
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal… you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.