Lost In Space The space between not wanting to live and not wanting to die is an amorphous island which you alone inhabit. The coastline shifts, the waves crash just when you think they should recede. The space is like... Continue Reading →
The Kidnapping Last year she was in El Salvador. Somehow she is here. The teacher says she is Persephone. She has flowers. She is wrapped in a sheet and she is not uncomfortable with saying or being in Hell. The... Continue Reading →
can we just reincarnate wouldn't it be great she asked if we could just reincarnate drop these tired, broken bodies and step into new flesh, new bones new sneakers and new jeans she laughed at the thought pulled a photo... Continue Reading →
Inside Outside, the rain pounced on the unwary. Inside, all sorts of time-honored and respectable games were going on: Tongues were rolled. Heads were met and questioned. Important words were bounced while all true dreams were kept heavily sedated and... Continue Reading →
If Stephen King Wrote Poetry it still goes on those little things that annoyed me about you the casket’s closed but the kitchen cabinets remain open it’s like you’re here going through the junk drawer leaving the toilet seat up... Continue Reading →
Morning Crisp at the Cottage We stayed up late. Sitting back in our yellow Muskoka chairs, to see the stars, we were graced with the Northern Lights, all green and flashing. Sleep followed with a constellation of dreams and Milky... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 