Clarity Over the haunches of ergs The stars, jeweled with light, Shine down on nothing, but sand—, Cast no shadow Unlike Isha, final call, Heard even here Over evening nothing, and knees—, Owning the perfect idea of a thing. ... Continue Reading →
Little Red and the Amuse-Bouche Friday night at the State Doll Hospital and the social room of the psych ward is filled with figures still able to trudge through the thorazine haze. Cowering in a corner is Little Red, hood... Continue Reading →
A Plea from a Bathroom Scale Hello? You see me. I’m right in front of you. Chisel through grout sealing your feet to tile. I miss the feel of rippled skin along your arch. What are you afraid of anyway?... Continue Reading →
Roads Every poet wants you to understand How their road is different Better or worse, more or less Painful and blessed Than the one most traveled The one they decided against All those years ago When choices were possible As... Continue Reading →
One California Bus He leans into his phone like he’s confessing. His lips move but no one hears him. Tapping his left foot against the wheel well you know he wants to vacate this lesser vehicle and set free his... Continue Reading →
Comma People From across the room it's easy to see they are comma people, parsing each others' dialogue, now having a conversation about the dictionary, now references the perfect way to use a semicolon, now listening to others with red... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 