hosted

dogmatika has been kind enough to post one of my poems on their blog. you can see it here.

begin me

Tell a breath to

begin me. A

drink as a bruise,

a reach, a return; tell a

breath to exert me.

Something ruined: a

vine, pale and thin, a

vine to stretch against,

too limp to climb, some

sallow slowness

sinks, is

gone.