(untitled) The wall shatters into a million rooms in which we see a million dreams Some on pause some on canvas Some from three steps left and 27 seconds into the future Sum are parts of the whole Some are parts of the hole Some…

The closet in the room once held the dresses Zack refused to wear Of course, he was a little girl then but had I known then what was going on, he could have been spared some amount of grief   Once he opened the closet…

Closed to clothes And filled with bones The wooden hinges creak The tip tip tap of many toes Sentient pear antique Ripped from the wall, Not a chest A close by closet for traveler’s ease An armoire by technicality My closet companion tamed By consuming…

Children bounding past Long carpeted hallways Open eyes peering through the  Shining slit Excited to be the last found Till parents beckon us home

The Ordinary is What Was Extraordinary the pilgrimage inward is never the same as the voyage back. everything looks different and the journey seems truncated. planning to be prepared for the unexpected, itself a contradiction, is an exercise in trust, for once the gate is…

Waiting for the mail to come I listen for the truck Should a new package appear I’m happily in luck   I know the thump of Amazon I hear it many times Bags and boxes hit the porch It’s better than wind chimes   Today…

  My closet was full The clothes and other contents falling over one another   My closet was full I couldn’t find what I wanted without everything toppling over   My closet was full Most things inside were hidden in plain sight   My closet…

A young man stands still in the Soothsayer’s shack “It is not strength, but patience you lack” , the seer says beneath a tattered hood in a drafty cabin to the north of the wood The knight huffs and turns upon his heel but stops…

Bolero does something to me when it plays I am un-Ravelled resting my head upon my father’s knee soothed and calmed at peace with the monster that lives in me. The lilting tune, the rustle of drums edge this old heart like that striped shirt in…

I wish I had a photo of the little holes in the closet wall in our den when I was a child. After removing the rag bag and iron and spray water bottle and what-have-you, I could crawl up on the shelf into my closet;…