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
You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
Cast your line into the soft static of six days from now. Feet up, warm cup, and let someone in. One who’s been down. Yes, that’s the one, my love.
~Fifty said to Fifty~ Time is growing short, growing cold. Know that i will be with you, all the way to the next time. Be on guard, lest I drift … Continue Reading Mutuals
Once, I peeled back a peekaboo page, thinking to find what lay beneath- some lines writ in a flowing hand that only I would understand. But that leaf, so soft … Continue Reading Leaf of litmus
Karla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. At a brisk pace, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark dribbling rain. Up the six … Continue Reading Melrose 3- five oh eight eight
I told you, from a distance, that I loved you, and was blackened with the earned shame of the illicit. Noses sniffed. Fingers pointed. Hands covered whispering lips. But you? … Continue Reading Hot gossip
All bony and moany, on hollow stilts he walks, stumbling to a slow pause. With dimming lamps he scans the dumbness of air, then cries at the memory of the … Continue Reading The thin cat thinks
Author, I call you.Explorer and visitor.Architect of chaptersin the tomes of my dream.
Awokedid Ito trap a dreamuntrammeled in its art But hurriedly it lost its gleamThough I drew it part by part How to capture?How to keepsuch singleness of soul? Such loving … Continue Reading The Following
* Mental health triggers, suicidal ideation* God. You know, I’m just washing dishes, feeling useful and kind of self-satisfied. Haven’t dropped anything or cut myself, even though the bothersome cat … Continue Reading Everything, and the kitchen sink
You must be my Witch In the day, you are as plain as day I think you don’t see me Maybe you think I don’t see you but I am … Continue Reading Be my Witch
Drawn to baby anythingsshe isSeeks to protectto nurtureBut if the thing growsand gains stubborn volitionthen on she must moveto find another small oneto teachto loveto know the duality of joyandtake … Continue Reading Rewind
A still pondpadded with liliesdappled with netted sunCicada humMy green restPlease-pocket the stoneand let it alone-I’ll paint youas someone sepiaand fleetingby this bower’s dome
I fear I would be shyif you were to speak to me.I know.It’s not a good look.But I’m imprinted with your face.I know.Creepy, I imagine you think.Each mannerism, each quirky … Continue Reading Unrequited
Nights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open … Continue Reading Out of our heads!