WRITER • ARTIST • PRODUCER
 
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Wendy darling the night before she left the nursery.

I sew shadows back on.

 
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Featured work

 
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Angelika Says Hello

a dog barking his concerns to other dogs
the marquee reading "TONIGHT"
yellow lounges in the crosswalk
a waiter spills a bit of wine, leaves it
the morning's newspaper lies
forgotten on a bench
a young woman turns to an older man, promises
her vicious teeth


Notes from the Q Train

Everything is held together by
the unhappy marriage
of general relativity
and quantum mechanics
and
all it takes is
the movement of a particle, a
slip of the wrist really, to
unravel all the strings
G Major to
E Minor, 
know to
knew.

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The Young Girl at the Bridge

My friends don't even know your real name. I call you Hemingway and it isn't because your books are good but because I know you'd treat me badly and I'd still follow you onto battlefields. I had a buddy go to the front and he came back both more and less, the sum total the same but his body rearranged from the lick of war. What I mean is I wish we never touched.

 

Listen

 
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JOURNAL

 
 

THEY WILL TEACH YOU HOW TO ROB YOURSELF

They came all at once, the ships.
They appeared in the harbour as a wooden fog
stretched low across the sea, these
vessels of war from the land of rack
carrying iron maidens and an us we were to meet.
Our soft braids had yet to learn that a taking is rather a leaving
a waltzing barter
where the beads of your dress are replaced with the crinoline of mine.
They will teach you how to rob yourself,
fell your horses with arrows, not an ax
and before too long you will not remember the wet of your own earth
the way
it shouted with grass.

 
 
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