June 9, 2022
In the ditches things are poking,
pulsing through dirt.
or bulging from twig at burst-point
To stretch towards the great mama.
In the glow of her pleasure
Crocus gorse buttercup daffodil primrose
gleam yellow, calling us out [...]
June 9, 2022
If men
were to lay their testicles
one at a time
on the metal plate
— as breasts are — [...]
June 8, 2022
The jagged trail of pee
starts on the porch mat's
rough weave, crosses
the foyer into the front room
and ends on the rug
brought from Turkey. [...]