I pray my efforts be
fruitful enough;
my habits be
strong enough;
You be kind enough
I not lead my child
to grief.
I pray my habits be
strong enough;
my foresight be
long enough;
when the chasm opens up
I not lead my child
to grief.
I pray my foresight be
long enough;
the signs be
clear enough;
when the demons decide to come
I can help my child
learn to be free.
I pray my efforts be
fruitful enough;
my habits be
strong enough;
You be kind enough
I not lead my child
to grief.
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s You Are the Hand EP, 2014.
How long
can you hold your breath?
Two minutes?
Two thousand years?
The city sits
upon your neck—
snakes,
so still
suspended
upside-down
in drinking water—
saliva
now a nutrient
feeding grand machines.
Modern industry rushing
past your memory,
quaint,
unthreatening
fragment of nostalgia
that you are;
frozen,
beheaded
as you are.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s Patience EP, 2011.
“Where one can no longer love,
there one should pass by.”
Though memory aches for former shapes,
pass not that way again.
Human curves and fingerprints
should not be cast in corners.
The huddled form is not for you.
Pass not that way again.
Where surprise has fallen mute,
there no gods will grow.
Those spirits have all lost their breath.
Release their spent air from your lungs.
Fever dreams too tightly held
deserve only your tears.
Lay to ground their will to death.
Pass not that way again.
Steps ahead, voices resound
that beckon us to being,
forgive us our misshapen pasts,
and welcome us in changing.
“Where one can no longer love,
there one should pass by.”
Though memory turns to clasp cold lips,
pass not that way again.
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP, 2010. Includes quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Walter Kaufmann translation.
I still lie on my side of the bed.
The dog still curls
in the place she curled
when she curled behind your legs.
Her ears stand up at every sound and
my heart leaps to meet you.
I am aching for the day
I forget to grieve.
The column of moonlight
from the window over the bed
illuminates every speck of dust;
every memory overhead.
Every moment I think of you
is a moment I won’t sleep.
I am aching for the day
I forget to grieve.
I still lie on my side of the bed.
The dog still curls
in the place she curled
when she curled behind your legs.
You were the reason I looked ahead.
Now the future haunts my dreams.
I am aching for the day
I forget to grieve.
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Forget To Grieve single, 2014.
There are many voices
inflected in your own:
every intonation
an echo.
Notes shedding their ashes;
cinders in the throat.
Something long forgotten
now glows.
There are many voices
harnessed through your throat,
remembering their calling—
breath burning.
Every new beginning:
a borrowed melody;
a spark of recollection
opening.
There are many voices
inflected in your own:
every intonation
an echo.
Notes shedding their ashes;
cinders in the throat.
Something long forgotten
now glows.
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP, 2010.