Patroclus

Patroclus

Forget he held me in his arms / before our burnt bones shared an urn. // Forget the past and let us rest. / Step up. Bow. Take your own turn.

The Satyr’s Acolyte

The Satyr’s Acolyte

The serpentine deities, Nehushtan and Ophidia, once conjoined twins, they devoured Godda’s forbidden windfalls and had their embrace cleaved asunder.

Vestiges of you

Vestiges of you

She leaps along the shoreline / Her feet playing life and death / Water droplets burning her flesh // Beyond the shattered concrete / The red fading, the bridge sinking / Your cities rise, blue jagged into the sky