WRAPPED I stole myself away. They didn’t know how strangled I felt. The umbilical chord still attached wrapped tightly round my neck.   I didn’t mean to hurt anyone or put fear in their hearts. I wanted freedom, I wanted a new start.   I said…

Dancing with Felix Frannie Z   Bailamos, sweet Felix! Let’s build a wayback machine. Take us to when you were fine and tough as six inch nails and when I was built like the proverbial shithouse. Mostly, to when we both could dance the night…

Ed is an old man. One hundred and seven  years old Number one hundred and seven on the list Coincidence? Long since dead. The median missing person from Michigan From Centerline, Michigan Coincidence? Argued with his wife Front door should be open No closed. He…

“As if it matters!” Lucy screamed. Her sister in tears. Her mother, dead. Naturally dead. “I’m here now.” She said. Profoundly true. A fait accompli Not easily accepted. “I’m not dead,” whispered she, In a voice cracked, Strained with decades Of watching… and waiting.

You feel the push You feel the pull Some hold on tight While you let it go They sometimes break You sometimes times bend You’re out of shape The shape you’re in You show up early They show up late Some hold steady While others…

What can I say About the ideas that Flow Musing often make An artist Grow

complete chance really that I was walking past when he took samples from the furnace stopped me in my tracks it’s like ultramarine but bluer think cobalt but bluer and bluer like takes-your-breath-blue a stable blue a blue that you can rely on a blue…

where is your name, slave girl? you’ve gone missing taken from your family not remembered enough to even have a name purchased, war bounty from a raid attentive to your mistress who didn’t have a name either, wife of Naaman; through compassion you became blessing,…

I am in need of a friend All I could come up with in the end Was to cook one up myself A couple of books off my shelf A character’s smile, another’s eyes One’s truth and another’s lies Birthed from a movie and gown…

There’s a face on my milk carton, Every time I turn it around, That face stares at me. There’s a face in the grocery store, Every time I walk through, That face stares at me. There’s a face at the Post Office, Every time I…