Wayward Creator
God is following me to the grave: a holy hiker fond of impermanence. If you were to ask him about it, he’d say that life is incomplete...
Pomegranates
I miss the sun on my face and its warmth Warm feels different now I can still imagine the light heat of its rays as it shines down Far...
Ghosts
In dreams, The doorway view is miles of ivy And the walls are still goldenrod yellow Like the fields of Legate Hill in August. In the...
Elpis
Moonlight filled nights and warm summer days fly by fast in a blur of memories as she Drowns in the velvety black of the night sky, in...
A Hazardous Affection
I lay against these softly piercing blades like lionfish spines. Poisoning my senses with a vicious and passionate desire. To settle here...
Iscariot
Dying is an active verb. Always dying, never dead, always here, always waiting, Is anyone coming, even, I am always holding out a hand,...
self portrait as lowercase letters
i am overlooked, overshadowed, as big bold lettering is always in the way of me wanting to be seen but not wanting to be perceived since...
A Silly Little Love Poem to Myself. And to You.
Last night, I parked my car across from the Blue Vista Motor Lodge. Thoughts clouded, hands shaking, head In shambles. The trees opened...
