Concealing storms underneath the feet, slippery with mustard seeds, walking on Edges crease, burning holes with use. There is a pontla* throbbing between the palms That can be carried everywhere, that burden of dreams that seep into A womb that speaks quietly to the feet,…

I can still remember the exact moment  The rosy tint was wiped off of my glasses.   I was eight, and at 26 now I still don’t know if he knows  This one seemingly small moment was The impetus of my changed worldview.    The…

By Northeastern   At the street, behind the black jagged fence, the dirt rises higher than the rest. A new grave. The earth is pummeled, worms crawling towards the sky, engulfed by air and clouds. A balloon twists in the wind, a golden 5 masked…

Having time to find the perfect place almost demands being in the perfect place to leave. Landlords reward good tenancy with rent increases so paying month to month increases the urgency. Almost demands being in the perfect place to leave, but can a place be…

This special sauce ain’t as good as it ought to be So let us add cheese, please, for culinary steez And because it’s the bee’s knees Chesterton may have had a point, but the silence Re: fermented dairy, is by no means an intentional Omission,…

I want you to listen. No, I mean really listen.  Like gather around the campfire And let’s talk about our deepest pains   Listen while we crack our Hearts open on the page and Give you a tour around the shadows   Listen as we…

Home is becoming unstuck When we get to be awestruck Sweet-hope home is through the door Not a place, love we adore My journey began and ended with a tanaga. I wrote 28 poems, with a detour when I inadvertently cheated by posting a few…

When I was little, I never got in trouble like the other kids in school. I wasn’t mouthy, I did my homework. But the teachers still had a pet peeve with me just the same. I read too much, and I read above where I…

unexpected noice in the middle of the nigh announcing the end @Maritza – Hour Twenty four  

Home is not a place. Home is a time. Home is that time of the night Where you can feel the whole world breathing And the darkness is vast And smooths the creases in the daylight world; Softens the noises. We are all the same…