To My Poet
I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type of tickle -- a spark that...
Noodlehead Days
i remember taking snails home tan little palms became their home spending most days in july stomping on rain puddles to prove i could be...
Call
The issues – and there are many – start like this: The universe is a fishbowl in a science classroom full of high school freshmen. Eyes...
An Oasis is a Lonely Mirage
I knew you were dangerous the moment I pulled up to your house, you nervously walking towards my car with a spliff in hand. You leaned in...
White Picket Fences
Welcome to the land Of white picket fences Of home baked goods And good homey intentions Where actions don’t matter So long as “They...
Present Tense
i want to be alone in every direction. the way i stand, eyes closed in the doorway, listening for the rain — hesitantly; i...
Close Your Eyes, Open Your Mouth!
Producing the possible, from which the impossible reside. Choosing what's just, our minds can't decide. Assuming illusion, procuring...
I've Got Time
With infinite decimals between zero and one. The movement of life like a beat of a drum. An order of spacing in which we perceive. As...
Streetlight Sestina
Oh tell me darling what it was you heard When you heard my voice calling out In the glow of a streetlight in the rain He beckoned to...
Dry
My bones been achin’ Too many pills. Pillows all salt. Won't run dry still. Wait stay. Forget yesterday. I know the leaves won't stick...
