Roosevelt dimes Wheat pennies One gold piece from the Four Queens Chanel #5 scented letters never sent A 22-short bullet from an unknown pistol Faded photographs of fake smiles Postcards across land and time Bright costume jewelry Hairpins Lipstick and rogue Love, loss, hope, regret…

You can’t stop Stop the thoughts in your head Head up in the clouds Clouds so thick and lush Lush and long like your lashes Lashes out with anger Anger feeding his soul Soul food to feed me Me, and me alone Alone in my…

How much strength does it take to become invisible? To blend into tacky wallpaper and stale conversation? To be consumed by the deafening silence that seeps into every molecule, every atom, the very nucleus of your existence? How much energy does it take to scream…

My ancestors leaned on faith Carried it in their bones Believed with their whole hearts they turned the other cheek when massa beat them down with the bullwhip when police beat them in the street or shot them or locked them up My ancestors endured…

It is clechically common to say “When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me” But, if this were true wouldn’t the word then be spelled “assoutofyouandme” ? And isn’t it pretty presumptuous to assume that the spelling wouldn’t change? And if…

Wandering though the dark I find a hand to guide me Tripping over unseen obstacles I get back on the path The underbrush grows thick And I lose my way Fashioning a tool I cut my way through A small light at the end Makes…

the wolf spider runs along the rim of my computer screen too fast to catch I wish things had ended differently

We have become a nation of words. Social media is godlike, the fountain of faith and information. We proclaim, “I am …” adding whatever suits us at the moment. “I am …” “I believe …” “I know …” “I hate …” Our words echo loudly…

I remembering being told that the size of bowl and the size of fish explained how you related to your surroundings, Even in the biggest pond there must be a place to hide, and small pool can feel empt, The last year was a body…

Now is not the Time (Hour 9 Half Marathon 2021) The doorbell rings The phone rings I choose to stay Where I am Now is not the time for action We think of love as passion What if we love inaction You say it is…