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Requiem On Dauphine

New Orleans,
crooked-toothed darling,
backslidden beauty—
I found you twitching under a rosary of streetlamps
where boys with brass lungs sob into bent horns
and girls walk barefoot through bar glass
like pain don’t c
The Rain That Named Me

The rain started talking and would not hush,
tongue of the hills and the hollowed gorge,
rattling the tin-roof prayers of men,
unraveling the banners of July.
It fell like war on the river’s back
and brought the mountain
New Orleans, 1900.
A city on fire.
A love story in ruin.
A darkness that feeds.

“She faced the woman in the glass. No girl looked back. Only a blade, tempered and waiting.”

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Every second, every salt-lipped minute,
every hour ringing in the bone clock of day,
you crumble in my hand like ash,
the grey breath of love burnt down to whisper.

I reach for you in the hush-thick night
where no star sings and no footfall follows.
It took me all this time
to learn it ain’t God’s fault I’m a heathen.
After all that runnin and ramblin,
I found myself alone.
A stranger
in a strange land.
The water ahead was you.
You gave yourself freely,
like a spring—
coo
The canyon opened like a broken hymn.
Red-walled and holy beneath a sky still turning.
Wind rose from the cut, dry and sweet,
smelling of sage and silence.

Time thickened. Shadows moved like ghosts,
dragging the memory of oceans turned to dust.
The
she could not rope the wind
nor tame my wicked heart.
the sound of the shutting door
a thunderclap in my soul.

— from After Her, The Deluge
Ten Cent Mercy Press

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his fingers moved fast. not playing a song but calling up gods left to sleep.
pulled from the river and the heat and the long sorrow of men who had known both chains and freedom.
clawing its way out of the city’s skeleton.

from babylon weeping

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