Going home going home following a path written by parallel lines of scented pinkish flowers another galaxy above ours small oriental boats floating on the river of despair I sit on the edge letting my bare feet float along and... Continue Reading →
Metamorphosis Nine caterpillars on the milkweed Monarchs in the making Nine fairy-tale larvae gnawing Toxic leaves and stems One short of a double handful Gaudy fingers counting happiness Into September’s waning light In a yard grown wild With end-of-season neglect... Continue Reading →
Dialogue What are +++++++my pronouns I have felt genderless for years to be respected in your field is to be +++++++without personal name precluded I would say they are +++++++I am and would not mess with the third person at... Continue Reading →
The Setting of Type Knuckles reshaped by letterpress, fingerprints erased by hot metal slugs, inked hands rough and calloused by linotype setting elegant sentences composed by others, under the dim forty watt bulb in the bathroom he mixed water with... Continue Reading →
Limping through Shangri-La My unicorn threw a shoe and sent me sailing headlong through a gentle mist of sun rays and birdsong until I slammed against the stony edge of a lovely double rainbow, colorful as the butterfly I crushed... Continue Reading →
Thanksgiving Even when we only worked part-time jobs fixed the thermostat at zero dried our wash on a line out the window we still saved spare change for a turkey scrounged potatoes and onion from Key Food poured two buck... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 