Sour Dough

Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.


Charles There is no time.There is not enough timeto know what I know I could have known about you.We all know what we knowand that is todaynothing more than that we love you. What we wonder is not even where you have gonebut how you can have goneanywhereother than herewith usright now which you are …


Two days before his son had top surgery He dreamed he loved a young man with a flat chest laced with a vine tattoo He told his son who smiled sweetly