i tortured a love by dividing it into two, through metal picks, sharp threads, gummy sheets, curved scissors–any weapon that i choose they fought to become uniform, across my forehead, inching toward the other once again, thick with want, lusting forlorn until i pulled them…

Earth brings people together As it decides to break from itself. Such a beautiful, twisted love. Earthquake.   Mary Gabis

You left your T-shirt here I found a random strand of your hair last night Every part of my house has a random reminder of you in it I miss you and not in that creepy way that psycho Exes who only dated you for…

Oh, for a jug and my Robin beside. Astride his horse, together we’d ride Along the dray road to the village of Quay And we’d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay, We’d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay.   He left me to rot in this castle so grey With the nuns…

At my parents’ you don’t even get in the gate (because there isn’t one) before they swoop, more Bat than Spider, coming down as they do from out of nowhere, a shocked-skin-wisp at head height, the gap in the conifers booby trapped with trip wires…

I HEAR YOU Don’t speak, precious one. I hear your cry a thousand miles away, the silent tears strangling your throat, burning your eyes. Come, young or old, and lay your head in my arms. My lips against your cheek, as I have so often…

one flick with one tail whisp of white whipping past battering the bow drowning a dream that drove him for decades prompt 16

Often times, when I lie on my bed at night, I imagine what my ideal room would be like. The first thought that comes to mind is what color the walls would be. For me, there’s only one solid answer- midnight blue.   The best…

Dear Mary: I want to come back to your painting Little Girl in a Blue Armchair. To talk to you about Edgar. Rumor had it for a long while – perhaps even fifty years – you’d be amazed at how stubborn Parisian gossip is –…

10 PM Twelfth Poem: Bending Light   Pure light coursing through unaware and bending light arrays of color delight   Some are green some are blue Some are of the right ‘hot’ hue   How are hue today You just might say Where’s your light…