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.
Available now is my newest collection of poetry. Click here to purchase in eBook or paperback. Well, here we find ourselves again. A place most … Lost in the Hours
A tongue that tastes too wellA throat that thirsts for the whole bath Ears, unstoppered, gate-crashed and ringing,aghast at the brazen yarns Saucer-eyed at the secret shows Heart-throbbed at the … Continue Reading A murder
By coincidence, I saw something you shared. It was a revelation to me, a gut punch. The things we can’t know… And I wanted to say something, without being trite … Continue Reading Thank you for sharing
~It is so odd. This placement. To be here at this time. In this gang. It’s a mistake, I think. Not sanguine to the purpose. They are on their way … Continue Reading Square peg