Your body does the work You float away from it   You wait for something And suddenly you see it   It joins you You can’t say it’s good   Or bad, You just can’t do otherwise   Your body does the work That you…

Darkness is my light Poetry is my pain; Broken silence in the night Bears my Name   Walls of decay guide my way Brightness is a blur; Sanity is decay Fear is my fantasy   I write of pleasure; I write of pain; My tortured…

I am Grief I am grief, forever grieving Desolate, unwanted, but of course, mischieving Born to Fate and misery My job is vocationally dreary I will grow and cause uproar I will let your fears upsoar But I am not entirely to blame You give…

I am making a lovely writer’s getaway On the back lanai There are palm trees and green grass And our broken Christmas Amaryllis Lost to the wind I pull out the big brown vinyl chairs Using a towel to clean them The towel turns dirt red It’s…

time is money or so they say so i stay on the grind…..becoming…. 9 shows a week where i get to shine make-up and wardrobe- hustle then flow- blocking, then lights- tech rehearsals all go! stay on the grind….becoming- one show to the next i…

Not a good morning was this one – Just to be honest. A late night at my treasure island of a job Had me staring through miles of brake lights In the soft moonlight of After hours freeway construction. And then… And then! After filling two…

The left hand only For handling contraband And anything unholy, If you please – It just keeps me at ease: Sinistro, Sinister, Visitor, Prisoner. The right is for right-doing: Things that save me from ruin: Not for wiping the ejaculate from the mirror, Not for…

We called it Joe Pond for the neighbor who owned it. Never laid eyes on him but his pond was full of bass, carp, and catfish big as Siamese. I have photos of three generations – mama, little brother, his little girl – each perched…

they see me, and yet; I am invisible to be pulled, stretched, and used like a worn but beautiful canvas each new day, the same ritual tucked, painted, squeezed, but that is the way. I am to serve, and to hold court. I push my spirit and hide…

What would happen if you died and I did not hear of it? Nothing. I did not even hear if you had gone on living.   Outside, the poppies are nodding their heads in agreement. They are docile creatures. That is easy – they know…