neetones

it was supposed to be black an absence an occultation an eclipse but I looked closely into the center where your iris pulse...

maybe this finds you in the morning as you awake before the parts of your body find each other before your thigh becomes tan and...

I want one thing from you the story of the scar that arcs across your shoulder the one half-hidden by the narrow blue strap of...

they punctuate my mornings these small, folded pins punched and tensioned steel, waved and capped flung into the world by the milli...

but then there's your back its arc and angle its fine downy hairs the fact that you've never seen them and that I alw...

I would be reckless with you wanton and tender the way I am with a book  I have just decided to keep

There were fireflies in the neighbor's yard,  so I held you up, and I held on tight.            - Jon McKiel

I carried two leaves across the country, tucked into a book about primitive shelters, hand-axes, fire-starters, or some other ana...

There was that graying fence rail, dried and splintered and stretching on. The long grass, nodding its head, dead and searching. The sh...

You should have seen yourself in the rough light and reddening stones the way your eyes dropped and lifted The way you couldn’t l...

I saw that it was a lot like a dandelion in that you could blow away its feathers and still eat its bitter, earthy heart.

I had fallen asleep, nose inches from the window’s screen.      A deep roll, a sky belch,      roused me. Already the afternoon sun is blank...

My brother takes the cage from the mantle and places it on the hearth. We watch them twitter and hop, branch to branch. They dip their he...

I, the shrew you, the owl wings of cotton batting ribbed by tendrils of hollow bone and radiant silence a god swept and folded betwe...

It will be so much smaller than you thought. No seas will part, no tempestuous maelstrom will consume, no sparking flames will engul...

I had always thought that when death came I would want my body cremated, reduced to between five and six pounds of chalky ...

Though within recent weeks that hussy Ardi has stolen your limelight, for me you will always remain the one. Love, An Admirer

There’s that thing I want the one that’s so simple and elusive. The one that has your weight on my back pressed and much too warm unt...

Sitting on the benchtop - me at the tail end of my popsicle, he just nursing his. Long shadows stretched across the field. We talk about t...

It’s now , he thought. He had been in bed, half-covered, entirely naked, and fully awake. The water ran; she was up. It's now, he knew. ...

The top of his face was clipped by the bulky lines that described the window’s frame. Perched atop my bicycle, waiti...

The turboprop thrums outside the window; the blade tips churn feet from my head. As we boarded one of the crew slowly inspected each of t...

I wonder where the air goes when I see your face, from what dark spring silence spills. Where do tact and reason flee to form their crum...

(8/2004) In that room, it was only men. It makes sense in a room where bodies burn – just men. We came in behind the moss-green curtain, fo...

This past week was not one of my best. It was interesting and daunting, but very far removed from nice . As Wednesday ended, the del...