The sky opens its mouth. Clouds burp out. I smell raspberries but my hand avoids your face. I see persimmons ripening and the tractor trailer sails through the miasma. I hear silence and I touch your face Bernie Sanders flies over Los Angeles and if…

cooking for me is a game of guessing drop into the pot what you wish, the less you reveal, the tastier it is sometimes i’m tasting with my stomach cells or my gills John loves what i cook but America doesn’t America loves what i…

Metaphorically speaking she is a couch potato with a heart of gold answering siren song of heart-tugging tear-jerking infomercial paeans to starving children abandoned pets endangered land forking over credit card access with every channel change racking up enough points to travel the world times…

The ocean is a giant pond. It is laughing at me. The salty taste permeates my dry mouth. Debris settles between my toes. The calm waves crash quietly against the air. Deep, blue streaks dart here and there.  The stench of what did not survive…

The 20 little poetry projects this burning mess breath is life small red berries see in the dark the white-hot light of these end-of-days summers filling my mouth with ash.   now all I smell is burning when I worry about the future and I…

Her voice was a cry through the chambers of a full heart Pumping rhythmically its 8 pints of blood The sound smooth, soft, gossamer Scraping the ears of all those who would listen Releasing a tale from the mouths of those she trusted A tale…

I will carry my dreams wherever they take me for I know not where they go in my desire for an unplanned flee My dreams seem immortal as they taunt and scold Yet laughter’s breath is not far away as I shiver in the sunless…

She rests supported by a wooden chair unable to leave the circle Knowing full well The lie that lured her to this spot Reading the note tapped to the chair Congratulations you’re still alive

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The paper waltzed out of the poet’s hands, as if it preferred a dance of its own. In honor of Jimmy Buffet’s passing, the Parrothead drank 76 Landsharks. The ringing in her ears was from the gong they hit every time a drink was consumed….