Cathedral   People bring it all to the forest: worry joy serenity grief – the ready-made confessional where we whisper our sins to the ripening berries and the promiscuous bees… they understand.   Each step puzzles out aches of the mind and confusions of the…

this sweet little girl a fierce warrior born into the world although her lips blue truncus arteriosus a single large blood vessel instead of two after the procedure, the surgeon was cautious of her survival my girl fought through the blood loss, the intracranial hemorrhages,…

You make the product that warms my heart, deliciousness, oh, how you wake my mornings, the aroma you produce, as beautiful as each drip of energy, you have me in a trance, please– fuel my body, I click start and my mouth waters, 2-4 cups of…

#PoemNo10 Bitter aftertaste, I like it rough the way you do me. Encapsulating your rich, and pure essence layered in deep and dark textures. You know exactly how to aim for my senses in just a single bite. To excite my heart You ravish my…

your manic stage take brings to mind the house of mirrors at a carnival; the closer you come, the more You begin to see the distortion. lean in, ‘bother it like a chained dog. not too close for it will suck you in and you…

in praise of gareth roi O sweet-toothed gareth roi! you are such a cool boi you wrote a poem of praise despite your brain daze ahead of your time even though it didn’t rhyme who would have thought your popcorn paean would’ve bought thirty minutes…

MISSING YOU… I had no idea that your death would mean the death of me. Well a part of me. The part that loved you, more than I knew. You among many, always stood out. Your laughter and kindness never diminished, no matter what.  …

A chance upon a man a while back, The regret shall not commence even if 100 million years have passed, For all that love had not go wasted in spite of the fact that I have been rejected by him, That love save me from…

Prompt for Hour Eight Her breath tastes of stale apples Her eyes shine like last night’s moon When she talks of sweet nothings The corner of her mouth pulsates playfully Her eyes shine like last night’s moon When she dances like a homeless cloud The…

I remember the first time I was in a hallway with shrunken hips. I remember the summer that I half disappeared, holding tight to my bones so they wouldn’t press out of my aching edges. My peers would report a rattle, but I knew it…