Yei

My hands are different these
Days the flesh separates from
Bone it hangs like
Nebulae firing stars in the
Stone dead dusk that peppers
Our street, God proving his color
In the soothing screech of
TVs, of We harnessing
Molecules for Petting

Reviews

[Eilis]

I've read all of the poems you have posted here, and I really enjoy your voice/style. It makes me think of the cosmic everything bumping up against the everydayness of our lives. How things can feel imperative but also insignificant at the same time. The spiritual and consumerist heart battling things out. I don't know. That's just my first impression. I'm sure I will have something more coherent to say with further reading.

There's a nice mystery--from title to the things left unsaid. I just really like what I've read.