From the outside, a look through my window would show a room deeply darkened to a purpose. A face faintly strobe-lit in glints of grey. There are melodies that I … Continue Reading Shut in
In this day we lay- the world beset with harpies. Oh, Pandora, why? *** Art by John Williams Waterhouse
~Thinking I said something, I fell silent in doubt until a gravelly voice whispered the supposed words into my ear. I turned my head to the side and looked down … Continue Reading High ideals
These small merciesought to leaven the days,I know.But the dustbin of me,now,runs on fumesand sees its own dryness.Double-dares the Devilin all of his highness. *** Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
In 1964 my father put the entire family on a plane and we all flew to Washington D.C. It was to be a two week ‘educational’ vacation. I was 13. … Continue Reading Today and the Echoes of Yesterday — Talkin’ to Myself
Once the eyes were closed,grey clouds were brought to boiling.Insular, all else.
In those daysthere were bedsheet flags,wooden swords,bobby pin rifles.Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.Tennis balls with fluff long gone,and pockets full … Continue Reading In those days
I am of the cave Vying for creature comforts A thumb sucking babe
Everything gets thin Faulty ice on which we stand; the shields of the heart.
~In my mannequin dream, she walked with a limp and a clack. Lurched toward me with a doppler shift, as sure as a coaster’s chain drive. Her face- a calamine … Continue Reading Dollface
Once, within my hearing, and thinking himself alone, he said I wish I were dead. And I didn’t man up to that. I god damn kept my hands in my … Continue Reading Archangel
~I remember me. How I looked to books as if they were to be my next meal. How I bought brushes, special pencils and a book of right paper, still … Continue Reading In olden times
Was that house one of lies one of alcohol and fear Were there violences muffled by bedroom doors and punishments sealed by closet doors Gone without… gone without Come to … Continue Reading A house away from home
Around here, we don’t hold with sharpened knives. With lit candles or precarious positionings. Life is safe in dullard’s walk. Nothing’s our fault, and we love the spilt milk lament. … Continue Reading Comfort
Fell thee asleep with the lights left on.Apart, hidden safein plain sight, ’til now. When,by green dawn,the dark birds of your dreamscome home, once more, to roost [Image: J. Heiden … Continue Reading Rest uneasy
Creepers of sunfire paint the unmoving mountain, awake its eagles.