three ravens somehow : out of the shadows : three black birds : hover : the first we have seen : if indeed they are even there : for they float : on air : without sound : almost without movement : & do not…

Ghosts are everywhere if you know where to look and you’re willing to die just enough to get their attention tuning your ears to the extremely low frequencies the government uses for weapons ELF – machine elves – basic stuff It’s where they live

“Don’t You Know Me”   what will  remembered of me   will there be moments where my spirit  will be called   a generation, maybe two living   the rest is ancestry   our souls, when they return will they still choose to know me…

Lost in Oblivion This digital age has become an undoing Of communication and of common sense Whole words whittled down to mete fragments of lingo And at youthful minds own expense The kids of today have lost their direction Eyes deeply buried into their phones…

A twisty tube of a shock of colours They swirl and bend; the mirrors and glass, partner in tandem And at every turn A new perspective, a new world I shake the kaleidoscope again and again Until I become fluid and I find my heart…

my last long relationship ended much like my childhood felt the vague haunting of a roommate though none were ever seen a shower mat left on the floor new pile of dirty dishes the coffee maker empty still warm (my bed just the same) the…

Sounds of laughter come out through my voice. They are not always my own. My silvery hair seems to hang in such a way That our resemblance is uncanny. I’ve felt her presence Since she’s been gone. I’ve seen it my entire life. Others notice…

8pm. Poem 18 Fireghosts They will stay. Their smoke will scent freshly painted buildings their footprints will sink into the sand where no one else has been their sighs will sing out at sunset. They will gather under her. They gather there now under and…

I used to hate crows, scavengers of the earth squawking, snatching, swamping the skies when one died, shot by that stray bullet frightening us into the house. But then they said that crows were good that when they eat the food offered to the dead…

If we jump around a lot this one will be good Doesn’t matter what the band plays The party must go on Even if the song sucks