Poems from The Salt

Violets

Violets — In the thick  of our holy quarrel you leaned in  to whisper  the most important thing, but were silent,  and I wanted to leave you  alone across the table on your device,  but I knocked over our old vase  spilling the violets, and you looked at me as if before they fell, you’d …

The Salt

The Salt — I set out to attain nothing more than myself, and before long,  had no money  and only one tooth, the price I paid to locate this exotic kingdom, where mud-caked holy men  wander barefoot from place  to arduous place, where the people need salt,  find it in the sea, call  what we …

Trigger Warning

Trigger Warnings — I believed I knew the contents  of the firing chamber, knew  the sear surface and hammer materials, until one day at the zoo, as I leaned on a railing watching the gibbons balletic, I saw in the acrylic panel enclosing the cage my own reflection, an unarticulated skeleton in a specimen jar. …