my dear one you have such a large stack of books on top of you how did you end up crushed at the very bottom proof evidence that i have not held you in far too long neglect and i’ve gone unfed here we go…

You can say you love. If it’s not from the heart It’s just faded words

Bless with challenges fighting with my own mind, forcing my own pressures to strengthen my fuels of positive energy. Genetics and blood works different within me but the will to succeed breathes the same as others. My will power of loyalty to finish grows from all…

She rummaged through her locker, chocked full of stray papers and overdue library books Piles of academic accoutrement, Exploding out, overfilling book bags and exhausted brain. She forgot what she was looking for. With a hefty push of her foot, She beat back that wild…

“why?! why?! why?!” “What?” Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower. We live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are. Maybe people are bugs. (ever think’a that? No, you only think about yourself) I come…

May I apprentice to— master spider beings; specialize in floating thread alight on gentle breeze keeping secret— webcraft, tying dreams to heaven turning death to hopefulness, by perfect artistry.

How could it be otherwise? Tender of night She rules the softer shadows delicate as a luminaria deepening calm and quiet coaxing sighs and swoon one is naturally horizontal or wishing to be when the moon gazes when words come fewer with still fewer needed…

Do me a favor Get this bag of cash To the bank for noon And don’t tell anyone Where they come from Because you don’t know Anyway You know what I mean Don’t you? You’re my best guy You know that I told you If…

8/5/17 2:42pm Wolf House The summer before I moved to California I was running. Found myself working on a ranch for a writer well known for his book about Indians, titled from a name by the Sioux. Dry, sandy, Arizona ranch nestled against red desert…

You move like a typing hand that’s been removed from its appendage. Each crafting leg steps with the delicate dexterity of walking fingertips. I imagine you along my spine, cresting upon my distracted shoulder; and without looking to find her, I could mistake you for…