Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held in the sway of regret,but warmed by your aureole.It is enough.
MoreConfronted with mountains, I dredge up a dream. Of jumpers in bat suits, those stylish suicides.
Morehttps://hjdpoetry.wordpress.com/2020/05/23/illiterate/ Every time I finish a sentence it sickens like a feral animal just outside the range of headlights stuck on a highway of what I couldn’t tell. Illiterate
MoreI am thrilled that my poem “the world of our making” was published by Spillwords Press , and it was translated in Romanian by Virginia Mateias. … My poem “the world of our making” up at Spillwords, and translated in Romanian by Virginia Mateias
More… Bearing baby Grace, you see Made a woman out of me Bearing Grace
Morecigarette burnsunder the sheets the temporary bee stingsof random needlings pinpoint pricks purposely playedbait for a loon’s scratchings mad reveries in broad daydraw attention to comic despair Oh Doctor DoctorCan’t you see me burning burningCan’t you see me burn?
MoreIn fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and out of school unlearned in errantry and suffered doubt and went without a thought of parentry The road is long I sing a song in […]
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