A poem unrolling the peculiar feelings of violation and vivisection that can and do course through the children of domestic abuse, especially but not exclusively with respect to gender norms and sexuality.

Some idolatries are merely molecular.

A verse about the crucifixion from a sublunary perspective.

A verse in simple quatrains about the consequences of greed and prodigality.

Something that shook loose, today. A little verse, a lyric about aging, finitude, holding things together as they inevitably fall apart, the ultimate futility of it all, the entropic downdrift of existence, what have you. And here’s a not especially well-sung recitation. It’s as close to how I imagined it as we’re likely to get without someone stepping up to offer superior vocals.