p u l l e d through — for Luke
for Luke on the eve of his 40th trip around the sun— a communion of words—yours, mine and ours. always, C. p u l l e d through the first time braided stream brush chase the curves veracious lunchin’ … Continue reading
for Luke on the eve of his 40th trip around the sun— a communion of words—yours, mine and ours. always, C. p u l l e d through the first time braided stream brush chase the curves veracious lunchin’ … Continue reading
one (C.M.) I remember the first time we won came together across an ocean in a café full of writers just the one (L.P.) I remember the first time we won fell into each other fell out of … Continue reading
gazelle you’ve stood up and stopped talking an unwavering gaze clips past your dad to where I’m standing in the stairway jesus you’re not even blinking and all I can think of is that this must be how a gazelle … Continue reading
let me swiftly descend into this morning perfectly wrecked and keeenly blinded my blurry vision obscuring the world from which we’re hiding (c) cs moon 2015
littoral I’m caught up in the grandeur of grey-green brilliance soft windward knots stranded in shafts of summer light and the magnificence commanded by the brackish mounting swells of our fluid composition (c) cs moon 2015 … Continue reading
Vire Island I heard about it once in an old Elton John song a place where there is only you and you can hear me and other states of grace I cannot name though we locked them up on Vire … Continue reading
Crush it wasn’t his brilliant bits of wordsmithery that pulled me headfirst into the crush it certainly didn’t require us to touch it was the way he wore that unbrotherly stare and a barely audible voice memo that simply … Continue reading
On Fore Street above a green door and the tower of St. Mary’s the sharp sound of morning gulls wafts across the top of eight o-clock bells our song is perched in the corner on an old wooden chair beside … Continue reading
The Neighbor’s Farm behind a row of Paso Robles oaks we leave them sleeping sneak out of the rickety side door bare feet drag the ragged hems of old denim across Old Creek Road hurried laughter trespasses a summer … Continue reading
wanting if we only had a month of Mondays to wander through this wanting every day outstretched upon the other we’d hold these wretched gods in wonder © cs moon 2014