The sword’s no threat, for the sword bearer has left and returned much stronger.

It’s spawning season You baited your hook carefully They come into the shallows to spawn What about the mommy fishes? I worried You won’t be catching mommy fishes will you? No mommy fishes, you reassured me Even as you cut into the glistening bellies scraping…

Not much for fishing, but I caught a lot of tadpoles with my hand and a jar.   Not much for fishing, but swimming in the river a turtle caught my toe.   Not much for fishing, but I washed a picnic bowl and caught some minnows.  …

Poem Three for the Hour Three my father was a fisherman he had his fishing tackles kept at the backyard store room i loved the fresh catch freshwater fish, prawns and shells i would asked him why he needed to fish his answer was, ”i…

Mouth open, air in, Taste of Life, so sweet. Exhale. Holding air will burn.   Judy Klemos

You have my heart, take my liver. My spleen. You f*cking Butcher. Carver. Carving me up. You can’t dissect me anymore. Not any more, than I dissect myself. Every word, Every touch, Every moment. I have picked them apart. At seeing them broken, I have…

  The familiar sounds of sorrow Seeps down windowpanes Trickling teardrop kisses Splash on the pavement below

You are not here with me, As often as I can’t breathe, As if you have taken my lungs as well as my heart, deep down with you, far into the beneath. With what could be, A steel coffin wrapped around you all, I wish…

  Sensing me, it pauses. Uncertain of what I will do. But I am certain of my mercy. With overturned pill cup and stiff card, I trap it, carrying gently, My little arachnid, Out into the garden, Releasing it to the wild.   Sensing me,…

Early morning I sit at the table Groggy and hungover from last night’s debauchery My saintly roommate comes in He screams “Good Morning!” His words bounce around in my head Painfully I can barely look at him The daylight blinds my sore eyes “So, how was last night?”…