A poem is a vessel, a vase, a place to store heartache and clarity. A poem simply is. Can it be free from judgment? A poem is a hot breeze in August. It’s the end of summer. It’s wanting to burn the Old World and…

Time is passing strange. My brother Rod is eighty But our youth persists.

Painting from the heart Doesn’t have to be skillful. Excellence is felt.

I see you so full of pain and despair The pain you’re feeling I seem to share That’s probably hard to understand But I’ve been there too I can hear your silent cries Because I’ve had the same pain I see in your eyes I…

  anger-ghost pepper spicy left me gasping for words so instead I: -organized the board games in alphabetical order -stared into the sky -pounded nerds like a frat boy -created a new profile image -swam 1.5 laps -tried to clean pool deck -tore my thumbnail…

Truth and the Chinese Lantern Come closer, grandson, and I’ll tell you a tale, the allegory of the Chinese Lantern. Once there was a plant, lovely and mysterious, her fruits enticingly veiled in lacy shadow. The Chinese Lantern thrived in nearly any climate, though given…

Her name is Moitzy A most peculiar dog. Sweet, scared, brave and tough.

Might live in my brain forever, despite the building being demolished. As it should have been. The walks. The pool tables. The men that wanted to put my tips down my shirt, the sticky sticky dance floor. The one middle aged couple grinding it out…

Raw You brought to my life the most raw sexual energy and experience I’ve ever had. You found me while I was in hiding. A white woman living on the reservation. I had not entertained the idea of a much younger man. It did begin…

The sound is what caught her attention, Pleasant, stark in the silence, A cat’s contented purr. She felt the cold breeze hit her, The sharp sweet smell filled her nose, Could almost taste it on her tongue. The cats calmly eating pieces of their owner….