Poems

The Anchor and the AshThe rafters cracked like winter ice beneath a heavy boot.The garden turns to bitter ash and rots down to the root.The porch is just a skeleton of timber and of soot.The life she built is scattered now—a gray and blackened foot. I pull the heavy bolt back on my own oak-hardened […]

The Anger PhaseDon’t tell me it’s a process, don’t hand me your compassion map,I’m not at peace with anything and I don’t need the wrap,You want me clean and functional, you want me through the haze,But I am burning red and ugly in the anger phase. I’m angry at the doctors who said everything was

The Accountant KnowsHe sits across the desk from clients forty hours a week,He knows their structures better than their spouses and their kids,He knows the offshore accounts, the entities, the peak,Of what the asset protection strategy forbids. He has his own structures, modest by comparison,He learned from his most sophisticated clients over years,He built his

The Ally’s Strength I have been underestimating allies for the first part of my career,treating every collaboration as a temporary atmosphereof mutual convenience and shared objective in the short term,missing what an ally who is built well can confirm. The ally’s strength is not a loan you borrow against future payment,it is a structure you

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The Absurdist Prayer I pray to nothing in specific at no specific time,I offer up my suffering as a kind of pantomime,I fold my hands the way they showed me as a very little child,and address the void politely and with something very styled. Dear void, I thank you for the arbitrary and absurd,for the

Terminal Velocity The disease and I have reached an understanding of the pace,The specific acceleration and the space,Between the treatment and the progression and the line,Of what the oncologist refers to as my timeline. Terminal is the word for both the thing that ends,And the speed at which the thing that ends descends,And I’ve been

Ten Seconds from TroubleI tell myself I’m calm while you lean back in the chair like gravity’s your property and I’m just renting it tonight. The room’s a bad decision with clean lighting, every door locked but the one you point at. You say you want a countdown, want me waiting on your numbers like

Talk Me Through ItRide me.Tell me how it feels.Don’t hold back.Give me every detail. She settled onto my cock, closed her eyes, and began:“I can feel you stretching me,” the partedsensation of fullness. “You are hitting something deep.” I said keep talking. She kept going until she could not form words,bouncing, speaking in tandem,each sentence

Tell Me Where Tell me where you want it.She did not hesitate.She grabbed my hand and pressed itright between her legs and said here. Then she moved it higher, said and here, and here, and here,She mapped out every target with the confidence and cheer,Of a woman who is done waiting to be figured out