Binaries in the Mine

Binaries in the mine
fly through toxic air
for dwellers unaware.

Or not.

Talk-Over

You can’t hide the greasy irony
dripping too quickly upside
that warmed up talk-over

trashing the possibility
of someone speaking
something you don’t
already know.

Minimalist

Absence makes the art grow fodder.

Threshold

Nancy writes herself
into existence
as her body
goes away.

Story beckons
through the threshold
of death borne again.

Nothing I Write

Nothing I write
appears to be
something.

I wonder if,
so transformed,
memory reaches
for a time

when the nothing
that matters
speaks.