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
When I yearn for a leaving, things celestial trend with me. Someone who knew bade me to consider the sand on the beaches of the world. Each grain a placeholder … Continue Reading Celestial
There’s a small bird stays to have a look with a tik tok head puts its trust for a time ~who sent you, little one?~ to eye me up to … Continue Reading Eye to eye
Kindergarten times Everyday monsters in mind Ancestors of now
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
Lady dons her neoprene. Keys the code for vault exit, turns on the ultraviolet of her divers’ mask. Steps into the sad street, and the ionized rain pelts her with … Continue Reading Premature
I tried a brush of camel hair for what it did to gauze Too brash it was to have a care and so it gave me pause Your marble eyes … Continue Reading A brush with life
My head is turned by a siren’s accolades and all other voices of the moment come as bothersome braying murderous crows
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
In the switched-off kitchen I peered through drapes of grey lace, transfixed at the sight: a mirror hall of backyard infinities, benighted in a mute of blue. The straight rise … Continue Reading November neighborhood
Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the … Continue Reading Camouflage
There were phone books as thick as a board I never believed that showy strongmen could rip one in two In those days we were all laid bare ~our addresses~ … Continue Reading Ellipse
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
The sleeper’s in want of a whirling fan to mitigate the noises of the settling night To knit a womb of warm and snowy static that gloves in syllables ~We … Continue Reading Sleep tight
I live in the worldof whistle and hum…those intimatesthat clear the blank snow from pathways.That conjure up demented dance,and keep at bay the deathly trance.