Smoke in your eyes Poison through your blood Out of the cave Everything you’ve got Out of your mind, today   Smoke in your eyes Gets in the way You feel speechless Nobody can sway Upon your slot   Smoke in your eyes Blurry bloody…

Husky and bringled are you your colors reminds me of the rainbow sensitive to touch you are your behavior is that of a human trained you are unchained you must remain as you freely grace your home with your presence A real body guard you…

Here lies my bestfriend. She used to howl at the moon with me. She sang the blues with me. Her tail always wagged with undying loyalty. A sloppy kiss. A cold wet nuzzle. Furry cuddles. A love that never ends. Here lies my bestfriend.

You are the cloak I chose. Like any protective visage, there has been assault and wear even great care cannot hide now. You have served as a symbol for some suitor’s best day, and other’s worst. This mask you made almost convinced me.  

Burst We are too low to smell the castaway smoke of the July 4th fireworks shouldered by higher winds, like a loosened cloud of mud underwater churned from passing propeller. I never liked sitting in the chairs to watch, sat instead on the ground, picking…

Craddled & trained Ball catching but I prefer food Sniffing through the garbage bag Hopefully my master’s nowhere around Chasing the squirrels and field bunnies Sprawling out in the shade Rolling over back and forth to take that itch away Aware of my surroundings Keen…

We are, all of us, creating ourselves // pieces piled up on others // crevices and convergences serving to draw nourishment greedily down to the whole // splayed, fingers spread, hearts open, we stand // until in pain (or purpose) we fold our layers in…

She handed me the pattern Walked away; left me there – alone for a while She refused to answer my questions Looking over my shoulder Sighed, tisked and smiled   I figured it out.   by Karen Sullivan Form: Free Verse; Recipe Poem    …

Silence portrays peace When you sleep In heaven I need you Daddy I’m seven And never been seen Under the stars of eleven Take me Daddy I need you Take me with you So I can see the stars With you Let me look down…

it’s been said a lady doesn’t have a memorie; when soul exchanging its the subject. i must said my memorie its alive; it replays on its on. im her target each and every nigth. we oneself when letting go of any rules; the only witness…