Poem: “Joy/Grime” (2007)

Spinning, whirling
dancers in the alley.
Dresses turn and bloom,
dragging through the grime.

Joyful, smiling,
dirty skin colliding.
City walls are echoing,
for we are not yet dying.

Concrete calling,
precarious and falling.
Dancers stretch their limbs like
flowers from the cracked sidewalk,

marking passing time;
pulling joy from grime.

Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.

Poem: “In Utero” (2014)

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.

Poem: “Get Up” (2010)

Get up out of your corner.

Digging at rocks and
shattered nerves
won’t lift you up.

Get up out of your corner.

My fallen child,
what have you become?

You used to be
a little god—

self-determined,
or so you believed,

as you danced
on the edge of
a blue crisis.

Get up out of your corner.

Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP, 2010.

Poem: “Forget To Grieve” (2014)

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.

Poem: “Cinders In the Throat” (2010)

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.

Fatherhood, fiction, poetry, song