Sediment Your senses dulled by what has yet to be known, intentions become loose threads collectively binding noose to pole. Shuddering lips synthesize pulses, ephemeral breaths that hang in the air as if clotheslines. You try bottling seasons in steps,... Continue Reading →
Magic It must be some kind of sorcery, how we all dip into the same alphabet-palette of 26 letters, and one man comes out with word-paintings that create phantoms to fear, while another's words point to the infinity of the... Continue Reading →
Walls of Serenity “Take my hand” he says pulling back golden threads of wisdom hanging swiftly from an unseen ceiling Walls of serenity closes in on me as I feel the soft skin of his palm pressing against mine ... Continue Reading →
Another Hot One The meteorologists predict another hot day a dangerously hot one, in fact a day they advise you to stay inside or park yourself next to the water. Willard Beach is jammed by 7:45 a.m. it’s a small... Continue Reading →
The War Against the Ants The ants marched up from the cellar through a crack in the bathtub caulking twelve abreast. No wonder they're called an army. We sprayed poison. What else can you do? If only we were Zen... Continue Reading →
Closing Time The last two weeks of August feel like last call people are frantic, in a bit of a panic summer is rocketing by so instead of ordering one more Black Russian or Rusty Nail they squeeze in one... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 