Poetry

Eclipse

Ghost flesh sears easily, like the skin of xeroderms.
This is why so few hauntings take place at noon.

Poetry

Wisdom

After the ground is burned and
its black skeleton trees removed
the machines scrape
till it bleeds yesterday,
worms rolling up to escape;

Poetry

Going Woodo

Day 409
They told me
When they came for me
The man-
His thumb, I bit it off
He needed twenty-four stitches.
Imagine that.