thoughts, posting a poem a day better to lens the daytime at night bright light fright plight is the world whirling whorls here come the curl wavesthe reeds all rifled with eggshidden in one basket divide the sea tide rides the water from where the ani…
Pan said to waitbefore She camestart writing nearthat big tree hung with bark blossom careenfanning hangs of genitaliaeach branch a little treea diorama that sees infinity in small scale growth factorssky reaching blue&nbs…
as I would look out at the nightride her Moonarmrest callto Junean overstuffedvelvet covered chairdare me past each bare threshold open my heart a window againlet spill curtain symphonieswear alleyways on skinned pleasinggetting through things li…
chained to mountain viewsor the poems that spill sidewaysand the poems that fill ridden daysthese are the words that a soul’s geometryconnects the dots withhandfuls of carvebleeding a sieveof blossomed tomorrowswith the swill thirst of morethe crawl bu…
Ticket Please She brought too much drama, even for the man for whom all the world’s a stage. He was happier now as the usher, standing by the exit. Lights
Divorcing My Father, at 8 on the George Washington Bridge at rush hour you handed me a manila folder then returned to putting your lipstick on my last name was
WASABI!!! An ode to a finely ground root my chopstick slices down through the perfectly squeezed flower of electric lime green goo severing just enough of that finely ground root
Losing Kurt at 13 On February 20th I wrote him a love letter for his birth day come find me in the north east ride your mothers ship from Seattle
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the prostitute and the mania of a waning MoonI start writing the words black notebook and pen likebutter on biscuits steaming from the oven quick slidthe ease of melt where a mouth fitslike it does a kiss just remember this is whywe close our eyesto se…
what the rain couldn’t hear was time is a mistress of moreGoddessriddling the windwith her tongues on our clockscarvingour dark beginsour peel scraped endsour molecules thinned enough to birth light ineach element of usin all the spacethat elect…
Although I did publish a chapbook last year of poems written during a month of prompts, Poeming the Prompt (A.P.D.), I’m not one for this form of assignment, mainly because I don’t like doing something because everyone else is doing it. But I know it…
