Our house sits upon the river Which once was clear as glass And brought life and wealth But soon the woods started to burn Ashes and flames fell breaking glass The river becoming smoke Still winding but dark and clouded Bringing coughs and coal Our…

The raining sun shore green Lazy sex floating in the sunlight cobwebs stretched between swaying stalks of hay grass where the wind softly touches each spikelet and flag leaf pulling, pushing, tossing life about like some random sailing vessel on an ocean flooding with rainbows….

We see you reached out a while back – TEN DAYS – and we wanted to follow up and see if you are a good fit. (I can see him drumming his fingers if we were sitting across from one another.) We have had time…

Those confused souls refused (I wonder why) to say who I am. Lamborghini visions? The best of the call troupe? Bosoms out to… there? And bare? Such emptiness confuses who I AM! My laugh is pity and almost scorn, for I am torn between sorrow…

You want magic where there is none. In humanity, whose spark is only meant to betray. In God, who is not a genie – no matter how many times you rub his belly with your prayers. In psychics and mediums, who tell you everything you’ve…

You filled a hole for her when he was gone, a giant, babysized hole. You filled a hole again for her when her only other he was gone, a lifesize, sinking hole of infinite silence. But, when the shot came, and it was you who…

I open the creaky porch door and march outside with vigor A warm, humid wind bursts onto face and tiring times await The long and coarse grass hails my arrival Its spiny ends prickle my heels and brush my toes I feel the dew on…

Senses Night is powerful Engulfing darkness within darkness Happy apparitions shimmering all over While fireflies try to hide their lights Lightning strikes precisely everywhere Drowning earth with incandescence Sweet petrichor dissipates in the rumbling thunder The tingling feet measures six vibrations Revealing the tectonic drama…

What’s out there is best experienced as clean lines and simple geometries. On crisp paper That folds neatly into squares What I’m trying to say is Beware of the dog shits They aren’t mapped

In between the cracked concrete and the burnt out lights, our feet meet.  Whispered secrets, poetry, notebooks passed between you and me.  Nights spent sitting curbside, drawn together magnetically, fire sparking, chemistry.