Category Archives: Poetry

The lady whose whole body glowed like a lantern gave sight to my blind friend in a prophetic dream I had, when I still thought nothing about sorrow. The lady’s wisdom covered the tent walls with stars that shined so … Continue reading →

Just a little something to break the ice, writer’s block that is… It’s “shovel the dirt kid”, if my words were sand they’d cover the earth’s surface, So great – not good – but in terms of size, my mind … Continue reading →

Our neighbors lost their home. Their windows say “Do not enter.” I remember that blue sedan – when I was six years old, and the windows had those same signs – they pulled in slow – waving. When I was … Continue reading →

when I don’t sleep, I un-dream unseen, I un-seam or on screen, I’m unscene – unclean ream, grave robber, obscene name dropper like rain droplets a pain prophet, suspense is a main object, we wait till the train’s stopping, strain … Continue reading →

Lots of things make a stripper blush. I noticed a pause in her sway. Don’t look away, it’s just a crush. She knew his life at home was such that he came to the club to pay. Lots of things … Continue reading →

It was a huge he was new to the class his hair was limelight the quiver was visible it was all written she loved the curls the eyes, the posture lovely little tissue dances a cool breeze like cheeks maybe … Continue reading →

I scrape my consciousness with sand paper medicine intestine grace defenses manifold the yellow cannon balls and catalog the wooden benches, In the liquor-soaked umbrella lives maroon and tingly bubble gumshoes letting pistols fall from shrugging beasts I’ve never had … Continue reading →

(An empty Room with two 11 syllable lines and off-rhymes) There are here poets and poet’s masters – Senses; dreams, scenes within scenes, broken plots, Lost pages, separation…Astronauts – There are here stages and broken actors. After sunrise, a man … Continue reading →

This be quince and apple guacamole trees the images flew like ribbons from a magician’s sleeve beads on a string on and on keys on the ring jingling walk through the path with shrubs love lays down many blankets pandemonium … Continue reading →