~I drove a car two hundred miles today. I know we’re not supposed to hug, but a woman cried in my arms as I despaired for her world. She said … Continue Reading Desperados
and this day has a nevermind feel the soulful king is full of regret ~hands off~ he knows watch those whispersfor they betray the teabag tumblesin morning mumbles do not … Continue Reading Jester
My story “When I wished upon a star” has been published by Gestalt Media in their short story anthology entitled “Best of 2020”.
Oh you, by the window- all metaphor and innuendo. Granny fists at the ready to cauliflower my ears, to pummel my donkey resoluteness. And I say Why Don’t You Make … Continue Reading Back to back
In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Secret and silent- the cold crackle of air with soft sparkles of gamma. Opens my garage, changes my channels, excites the pocket monolith. Away I want, I think. Away. … Continue Reading Ray ban
You wear the white cotton and those bobby socks. ~I’ll bring the scissors~
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven
~It was a thing I feltin a faraway day- we were joined, unbesmirched,but the swirl of the world let fall that crystal egg into depths unredeemable. And now, in dreams, … Continue Reading In dreams, I reach
A stranger that I know lies deeply in leafy mold. We speak by mumbles in opportune nights. He is always looking away to some mystery true and precious, but I … Continue Reading At night
~I walk the sunny block. As I round a corner, there are three young girls ahead of me. I wear dark glasses, a toque, coat and mitts. One girl looks … Continue Reading Oh my…
Bubbles are venous in the red river’s valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test … Continue Reading Spring shall overcome
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
With slow regardI watch the lengthening of fingernails.~Grow out. Grow out~ ~Take with you the sour pain, this aura’s pollution~ Clipper you to the quick, I will, in foolish absolution. … Continue Reading Clippered