Poetry & Musings

Have you ever seen the sparrow falling? As twilight, like a lilting drawl, spills with heavy summer haze, and the violet hour of fading...

A second death, a subsequent cessation of innocence, a shroud of lessons learned, like a second skin. Say molt, say transform. Open your...

Do I do that thing you like? Put your money where your mouth is-- take the love, but I'll tender no change, and keep a tip. So go ahead,...

The sun, drops low in the sky, and spreads like a balm of dripping honeyed light, twirling a lover's dance with the violet shadows of the...

Wandered into the city seeking stars and bold constellations, under the fog of titian and violet light, that stained concrete and stone,...

What is a home? A dilapidated structure. Floorboards straining, fracturing, molding, under years, and spit, and blood. Shutters hugging...

Miss joke, thinking she's The Joker, chaos contrived, quip tired. Bitch, this table's mine. You thought you were West Egg, but this is my...

There is a beast in the house. And it often sits upon the cushions, like it was purchased with the sofa, the rug, the lamp, like they...

Sometimes I wish I was less water. Always spilling, filling, falling, pouring, bending, twisting, my mass around, under, over, behind,...

Such starlit skies, these twilight times, when violet delights, have violet ends, my body dancing with your finger tips. We hold the...

I have been dissected in rooms without my heart, broken down, like meat made ready for a feast, quartered and hacked, butchers seeking...

Carry on, but carry the zero. Make note of the debits trailing a receipt, in the twisted bed sheets, the limbs entwined, the cost of our...

My heart is not in my chest. It sits, at this center, somewhere above and behind my stomach, pounding hard. My heart is not in my throat....

I saw you there, cradled in the deep blue, small hands reaching for light, a star called down just for you. I saw you there, a distant,...

The coyotes are howling again, somewhere across the water, starved, rabid, mangy. My ancestors called in sick, and red, but you, always...

Her seas rise, violent, rowdy, as countries shed their garments, as fumbling hands dig, dig, dig for love buried deeper than cthonic...

Him, and those long, pale, fingers, that stir the savage undulation of ocean that covers you, like a mermaid wagering her voice for...

I can count every beat of laughter, can count every line you've rolled over your tongue at me, to bring me light, and make me smile. And...

Peddling my poetic disarray for two feet planted on the ground, and a phantom, this limb, like a ghostly part, absent, yet heavily...

What will you call her, name her, label her? The banshees you call to bed, screaming names, passing through revolving doors spinning in...