Tea with the Wanderers “Before I looseMy site completelyWe must eat together again.” Said MuhammadSo I made the tea soaked datesAdding rose water to Ease the melancholyBringing them toMy old friend’s table We laughed…

Sweet and fine where I lay dig shallow where the kudzu chokes and ramblespick quick the cuckoo banjo pick it sweet and fine i’m in my winding sheetlay me downin the lazy dawndirty mamma’s and joescome…

Peaked high and red, aged striated layers hypnotized me. I slept inbetween them, became a towering landform. Grit still in my teethe. How long have I been sitting here? Pines punctuate the sharp angles…

Black Paint hammer my nameusing your handsfists to stonepalms to sky i have grown dog armstell me. am i mad?i go to the sea at negative tideand shapeshift against the granitein the hot spring…

swim float a salty grain sweep out  clean out mirror by your window mirage in your profile vulture feathers  stolen from the shrine room tief and lie tief and lie perfect desecration. here is…

Mourning Ground (Bloody Bay, Tobago West Indies 1996) be there shanty roads Charlotteville fêtes on Saturdays pink blue purple houses dressed in pelou and black cake bottle tree prayers and the sting of bird…

things lost in the move opium seeds pickax coffee in the sun room crossbow 15 wooden pallets 14 pounds of weed a road that leads to water dutch iron pot a name to live…

she gathers small bundles of lichen from the fallen branches beneath the black oaks. another storm. her storm. she doesn’t know it’ll be decades before it clears. small stones, artist conk and pinenuts in…

loosing the farm sythe hoe pick axe and cutlass fetish altar against the teacart drunk again we lay in the grass so take this sorrow You painted bird And remember the small perfume of…