Atop the hill he stood, steadfast, immovable revered by the castle and the land beneath its spires Bards spun tales of his skill, his grace, and the wounds that would lead him to his cave He peers out from within the rock face, motion slowed…

Early morning loading up buckets in the carport moths bang against the lightbulb above I cling to the sleeve of his jacket the tremor from the engine makes me shake as we slip out onto the bayou Staying at his elbow the mist makes this…

Bad Guys In a village- Where there is no factory nor specialty shop or alchemist; Where we get after-the-fact reporting; With nearby state border, across which conceal and carry more lax laws; Where surrounding freight yards have Open Box Car Night There is no need…

The J.M.W Turner in my head elbows me into a sense of calm, a stillness in which I’m helpless to the interplay of sun and cloud. Gradient tremors mesmerize, then relax, contract, then open-palm the sky like a lightbulb pulled on a celestial cord and…

11am. Poem 9.  (Use these words in a poem… beet, jacket, tremor, bayou, elbow, light bulb, cinnomen, bucket, elk, carport) On Taking Mom to the ER Bracing your elbow in the palm of my hand we slip your favorite red jacket over your shoulders. The…

Strict Parents   As I reminisce about my childhood. I can’t help but hear the phrases: “Don’t do that! That’s not what I taught you.”   “Don’t go to dances.” One phrase I would hear when the school dances came and went.   I would…

Butterfly curses Can’t believe you deliberately chose beets That jacket doesn’t suit you, denim never does Why does my lip tremor when you speak Eyes that suck me in like mangrove mud Elbow made of electricity every time it brushes  Smile like a lightbulb going…

Hour 9: Nicknames Outlive You   It’s true you know – if you’re not careful the nicknames out live you the art changes the future   & the memories morph into beings of thier own with thoughts, beating hearts   &   an appetite for…

Fire or water, both understand Earth. Let rain, wind, and air nurture all. Liberty and movement give desire and love. Softness and repose are rich in abundance. No matter the angle, right or wrong, don’t beat yourself up, the road is long.

I was barely twenty-one When I met Cinnamon Greene She was waiting at the bus stop For the number twenty-three. Her padded denim jacket Was slung over her arm The badge pinned by her elbow Said ‘Rock and Do No Harm’. We spent a lazy…