How It Happens Just before I wake up it’s Friday and a child I’ve never met living in my old house by the river takes a walk to the dark bank withdraws a gold nugget small as his infant sister’s... Continue Reading →
Moving In When I first moved to this neighborhood, life came abruptly to my bed every morning and dragged me into its river. I had to wake up to find my way, the old maps weren’t any good! Houses, sky,... Continue Reading →
Mom She lies wrecked on memory’s rocks and shoals Life leaks from every storm torn hole in her hull Brain sinks to muddy bottom Broken hip anchors her to bed Brackish water clings to her hospital gown Nothing left for... Continue Reading →
Emily As The Confusion Is Not An Omission Emily didn’t know & I didn’t feel like telling her that the strongest fruit, the deep red of it has no actual roots once you pick it. We are fruit-pickers. we have... Continue Reading →
And You Thought You Would Never Write Again Nights when you can’t sleep do strange things to you… Nights after the fights where Angry words are thrown around Hurts bartered Until one leaves in a huff Unapologetic, Unforgiven With mouthful... Continue Reading →
Shadowgrams I see your shadow burned into the wall of the building across the street which is being sandblasted no amount of erosion erases your form from this monument it is as if you were carved there by your feet... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 