Category: Poetry

Red hot isotope spit’n mama Baby you glow in the dark Entropic activity stirs a switch Half-life flesh ignites subliminal twitch Synaptic hormonal chain reaction Turgid particle accelerator raised for action Burning fire of unquenchable quantum desire … Continue Reading

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn … Continue Reading

No pleasure in meat, dairy, sugar, white flour, nor in novels, military history, science fiction, or organized religion. He’s not without reverence— Cecil Taylor, Allen Ginsberg, glacial erratics. He curses when he loses traction, skins his knee. “Age, … Continue Reading

The freedom an oak tree knows                            That is built at night by stars—Linda Gregg what           human mind                 can             fathom          the slow           deliberate           tethered           freedom enjoyed    … Continue Reading

I can’t forget any part of it water tumbled its gush down the white-lined course trying to stay in boundaries of wood and rock mammoth juts of history teased my eyes along its busy track of black so even birds couldn’t land then a strong curve of power … Continue Reading

Last Valentines day                            a boy                 wrote me a poem                            titled                                          “feces”                                                    it began:                         … Continue Reading

a series of dotted lines that never converge an elliptical cadence of a conversation dropped due to a bad connection. Speech impediments run in families. We stutter our apologies Always, we say, I’m sorry but never really mean it. Silence is the unders … Continue Reading

your footsteps echoed when you walked through hallways. gold soaked the walls and diamonds dripped from the sky. you never knew of desire, for its screams were muffled with silk and slips of green paper; piling up into mountains and molehills that you … Continue Reading

At night when she can’t fall asleep, she plays a word game she learned from an anxious insomniac friend. Think of a theme. Think of words linked to that theme. Say them to yourself, in alphabetical order. Fruits and vegetables are effective. A, apple. … Continue Reading

Where fly the angels, the angels carried here by the lightness of snow, where fly their feathery wings their soft knowing hearts their prayers they say for us and the ones they answer. Where fly the angels that dance in the flurries sideways, upside do … Continue Reading

The more you shared memories that broke off inside you, the longer I stayed every time you hit me. At nineteen, I thought that was love. Soldier-you smoked opium to forget boys, whose high-pitched voices chimed about promises of bikes, rice above ratio … Continue Reading

fields of December grass shift eloquently in deep winds do you sense the down of my back? the smallness of feathers in slate grey looking out amongst the birch branches sprouting white fingers to sift golden rays and melancholy piano notes a melody to … Continue Reading