We’ve squashed you to suit our whims, replaced wild ugly with domestic ugly, the kind that makes you shiver and gives you gout. And yet you still yap, still howl as if cued. Even if your noses have been shrunk, even if you’re chained to laps and…

Longingly, Lovingly, Angrily he cast his intense eyes upon her… …his fluffy white feline frenemy. Laughing and pointing at him in his human coat, she purrrrred and danced naked as the light changed and cold crept in amongst them. Who is laughing now? He chuffed…

Her soft brown eyes melted at the sign of her boy Her nub tail would shake the couch if you held her toy, but one day, the door was left open and she ran I doubt the driver saw her, just a slick flash of…

HOUR ELEVEN POEM # 11 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON NO WORDS TODAY Where are my words today? Strange I have nothing to say. My mind a blur and a blank, No reason to stop at the bank. I’m silent and unable to speak, Sit in…

Flower petals fade, Bright colors turning dingy and grey, While clouds tumble down hills and cliffs to bury the lowlands. Every living creature that is able, flees. This destruction, Molten fire running as rivers across continents, Is unstoppable. Only the unrelenting seascape can resist its…

I buried his head beside the cat’s grave in my neighbor’s yard She’s too busy mourning abortions to notice the freshness of the soul… She prays to her dead pets and pastors that the world will be a better place She doesn’t know that her…

Brown, furry, friendly Little scamp nipping my heels Begs for nightly walks

O Sparrow O sparrow, dear love, where to today? Gliding on the wind, its gentle sway To find bliss unreasonable today? To gather freedom and away O sparrow, dear love, where to today? To find love unconditional do say Your ways, dear sparrow, create envy…

Like my own fingers holding the cup I live by I drink deeply and swim within the liquid we share. This space that is between only knits us, like an exoskeleton, tighter together, a strange organism that exists in spite of it’s Self, for each…

They call her a woman, that luminous nighttime lamp. Was it, perhaps, her coy face peeking behind gossamer curtain clouds? Or could it be her gentle luminosity, her changeable personality? I see her each evening, My love, my life, so beautifully full and bright. My…