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
rowing you’re drenched in a small life boat and four thousand miles of wretched ocean pulling steady at the oars caught up in the tall waves and soft folds of what we all hunt knowing that you can never … 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
Spun frenzied thumbs fumble as sound is spun in the rush of leather pulled fast through denim loops unbuckled and tumbling in the over and under wooing of a day that’s come … Continue reading
Cooing oh come on what’s the harm in a few more frenzied neurons maybe each charmed syllable will slither like a silky split-tongued aphrodisiac lick raw each synaptic gap … Continue reading
Stacked ambient light refracts from a blue table in the corner of his room gentle hands roll up my black camisole and try to quiet the little voice I don’t mind though I … Continue reading