Within these texts are incantations for our age. The souls in these works are drifting through the dreamscape called America, and these poems are meant to be the physical and sensual experience of words on the page both read and spoken.

 

THE STAR IN THE WEST (2015)

The Star in the West: New Poems for Our Age

The Star in the West: New Poems for Our Age

The poems in "The Star in the West" are for those living in the media simulacra during this Post-Empire Age. They are written to bear witness to the chaos and confusion of our times.

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YOUR NAME

 

I saw your name on the page

Along with the others

Almost forgotten

In dark letters

 

But in your name I saw

Revolt

 

In your name

I saw a limb I lost

I saw

Something that was once mine

 

Now I think of

Yellowed photographs

And clichés of memory that

Pollute perfect thoughts

 

In your name

I saw someone twenty-three years old and

I remembered

Everything you said then

Your words were so unbelievably

Sharp

And I learned from

The pain

They always gave us

 

You left this note to me

This last cut

To ruin my skin

 

Nothing compared to that memory

Your hips

Your skin tanned in the summer

Your blue eyes

Your confusing smile

And your small untruths

And the surprising ways you hate

All written in

Your name

 

 

 

THE SECRET HALF (2013)

The Secret Half: A Collection of Poetry

The Secret Half: A Collection of Poetry

The poems in “The Secret Half” are a collection of desires, dreams, and horrors. From the deserts of Arizona to the urban desert of Los Angeles, these writings reveal somnambulists looking for human connection in the emptiness of the modern world.

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THE PARTY

 

You let your body free

For a second

Your black dress

Was a silken invitation

Everyone at the party mocked

Your bashful smirk

And admired the cruelty

Of your legs

 

You stood by the swimming pool

The moon reflecting

In the water

Your face like marble

In the blue glow

The guests watched you move drunkenly

Your perfect figure

Was the destruction of the world

And we marveled

At the way your wine glass

Kept so still

In your trembling hand