There’s a shiver in my spine that mimics the wind of the day you first left me. I can hear a curve in my voice against the walls and I know it only hits them because you’re not standing in the way.

Inner brightness can seem dull in difficult times- nothing remains same

Splashing, whirling, tinkling, dancing The brook traveled through trees and cliffs, telling stories of mountains full of gruff bears and gentle deer. It giggled and chirruped to the passing branches about evergreens wearing coats of white and masking dens of stoats. It shouted and reveled…

#PoemNo9   The birds carried their song, the flowing riverbed beside provide acoustics tones of hue and calming subtlety. The winds whisper their secrets, bringing me tidings of the fir trees dancing to the melodies of nature’s orchestra.   The leaves rustle as if to…

Into the thick of the nest The sting is sharp painful and fast Many red stains on the wood

Loud and southern and tattooed Is the ladies I’m surrounded by They are possessive and matronly Some had kids when they were kids Some will have kids soon Some piss in the yard Expect to spent money On a fuckin’ boat Menthol and vodka sweat…

we carried her poetry in an old lunch box metal, with a broken clasp so we tied it shut with an orange bandanna and put a sunflower in the knot there was a faded picture of Kermit the Frog on the outside   I led, we…

Senses struggle to resist The chance to explode To become one with the divinity that surrounds, Envelops, Embraces. The deafening rings of the muted sounds of nature, Save for the sounds of Breaths, Footfalls There is only solitude. Whispers of the slow moving river and…

City Muse #2:  Boston Frannie Z   From campus, Autumn cascaded over roads like another sky. The “real” sky breathed over skyline, where sea almost poked in, but only obtruded in bays.   I walked and walked, never tired. I became my own trolley. Spooling…

She breathed life to me by Carter’s mill, beside the walk cradling the edge of the river I didn’t know it at the time, I was full of myself and the future and grandness but I learned, eventually, those are illusions created by ourselves and…