My twenty first birthday was spent in an asylum, not as a patient, but as a guest of the ghosts They watched us make our little movie Maybe we helped them forget, even for a little while, what kept them there Entertaining our spectre spectators…

Earth is water spelled sideways, in a way… The way of poets. Being water encased in a mesh of flesh. Our minds sometimes a mess of less, less, less, lessons learned from watered down hag- splashing pointlessness. Her face without a trace of truth. Hags…

Dear Tracy, It’s been twenty-two years since I last saw you, but I want you to know I think of you often. I’ve tried to nudge events from this side to help you and the family, and I’d like to think I have. Your guardian…

Hour Six –   To Be A Dog in America     Mary Pecaut   Summer morning on the couch  in my daughter’s house Luna Love naps  on my lap.   Where does she go  in her sleep?  Twitching legs and muffled  belly barks as…

Dearest Friend, Who are you reading? I wish we could enjoy a cup and you could tell me what happened to the story you sent. I heard your tribute. I drink much less  than Baudelaire, but I chuckled at the words as much as I…

Look at that bird! Is it a goose? Is it a swan? Legs and neck are too long. Swans walk gracefully; that bird looks drunk.   Maybe it’s a flamingo! Aren’t they pink? Not all of them.   It’s walking away! Did somebody get a…

As trees lose their leaves, And flowers lose their petals, You left a piece of yourself with me And I pressed that piece of you Into my heart So I could keep you there The same way we take flowers and leaves And press them…

Happy Appa, the plenitude of joyful conundrum that whipple from thy happy soul wonderfully affects my senses with pride Happy birthday Happy Appa.

Listen for us in the wind and know that we are coming Armed with nothing left to loose we will not give quarter The time for violence is here let your heart be afraid at our coming Tomorrow I will wash my hands of you…

When I heard evil tidings suddenly he vacated his life I thought this word was a lie How bitter it is to believe the truth. Every day many beings Life becomes a cipher. One day every life remains as an empty vase But, the mind…