Kisses from Boreas

After some twenty of them had been disposed of during the waning moon with costumes and masks and enchantments he now wished he had not sacrificed his sons laughing they would never throw themselves down weeping to die of grief we have to rise just…

Grace

I watch you struggle silently And offer Love in hand. I cannot walk the road for you I CAN be your friend.   Offering a hand to hold, An ear to listen, And a heart that knows There is grace… Even in this.   Soft…

4pm

Plans have changed and I am on a different route the hotel made a mistake but there are others it will change my thoughts maybe my writing so I will be back in an hour checked in stretched on my yoga may ready to write…

Letter to My Younger Self Poem 7

Dear One, I see you reaching For so very many things So many dreams Some will come true Others will not Some will allude you like a thief in the night There will be cold dark days of hell Nights of endless wonder And many…

Biker Chicks

The girls who kiss me don’t drive those straight delusions. You are what you love. [word collage]

(vii)

of prompts – and other gimmicks:   dear me, pretentious, pushing phifty; what once was over the hill, now? water under the bridge?   if i could, i would love you to death. because death will part us.   and on the burial fern-lilies would sway…

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part VIII All matter of hell broke loose; my exuberance and the intoxicating effect of being in the poppy field led to detonation… the battlefield, red in poppy grandeur, red from pools of blood from people like me who sought to feel its effects, not…

Dear Younger You, From Older Us

If I were to tell you that everything would be okay, you would call me a dead dog liar. If I were to explain to you that you would be married before you were 35 and cooking at a hotel for people large and small,…

city underwater

i. the day is knocking on your bedroom window. pull the covers over your eyes— refuse to see it. refuse to understand the world you occupy—refuse to be it. when the time finally comes to knock the nails from your coffin and rise, wipe the…

Island

Dense warm with moisture Skin wet from dew The coconut tree swaying The music in my head playing A storm A distance The rumble of the ground The banging of the waves The cool breeze on my back Whisper in my head The spell of…