On Halloween I put on a mask, hide myself twice over. Super heroes pass by, shoulder to shoulder with their nemeses, and the undead lurch stolidly forward, ragged under a sickle moon, to stand in doorways with the iridescent play... Continue Reading →
Lavender Days It was a summer of letters. You there, me here. The days of thinking slowly, rolling words around until they landed just right. The days of ink to vellum blotter dabbing splotches, hand heavy with emotion or tear... Continue Reading →
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 →
Poetry Breakfast 