Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…

Lithium batteries, aluminum foil, melted plastic. Cardboard boxes heavy with wet ash, a mouse heart. All the garbage that won’t burn. Old paint cans, half-used tubes of epoxy, A pinky finger, carcinogens transfused through cells, Old tires, cancer. High cholesterol, heart disease, diabetes. Curly red…

  Worlds apart— I feel your touch Foreign from a place I know— Memories— yet it’s sometimes too much For the wings I wish to borrow   Wings I wish to wear— To fly across these skies To hold you and to bare The love…

You gave me gravestones Popcorn Long walks talking about everything You gave me hole punches Staplers and never ending post-it notes You mistook me for the moon I thought you were the sun Planets orbited around us You gave me gravestones Headwinds Glorious sunsets Filled…

Clean white walls, decorative jars and deep basin, stone, porcelain, channels dug deep with pipes for fresh water, advanced society? No, someone with no taste. Leonardo’s Modern Man lounges, slouching in a bath, the perfection of symmetry sterlized and cold in a lackluster, ‘modern’ palette.

She was borne with love Born and grew up with affection, safety, comfort   She lived as they all did With forgotten words and Faded memories   She died like anyone else After a life full of Little moments   A little life with little…

It’s hard to care when sleep is intoxicating. The pull toward oblivion is a thick velvet rope around my neck. Bank rope strangling me into complacency and obedience. I only want. I want and I want and I want. Chitinous clatter blocks my face from…

along with his dog tags they gave her his watch hands stuck in perpetuity behind broken glass she took the ribbon from her hair and tied it to the buckle kissed the inside of the leather which still smelled like him leaving a lipstick print…

Years Ago (Hour 5 Half Marathon 2021) Years ago I buried in my memory Hoping to forget The subject of . . . It was pretty bad And I still am not sure If I want to recall Every now and then I get a…

the coffee’s cold the ice is hot I wonder where my muse has got