To Heaven

The neurotic old man one day found
an old journal of hieroglyphic scratches
and where creases ran into flesh
was a face of rumpled Christmas sweaters. Continue reading To Heaven

Icarus Died in the Spring

If we touch up our faces just right
the universe will reveal itself
to those who get lost in the sun,
that rather unseemly warning sign,
whose monstrousness averts our fair eyes,
where life depends on death. Continue reading Icarus Died in the Spring