The Great Alone _________________ How heavy is the world? You asked your dad before realizing it weighed him down How far to the moon? You asked your mom before knowing its vastness consumed her How is want, a brother And need, a sister? You asked…

Sometimes I don’t understand Why I didn’t realize as a child That the house I lived in was haunted The windows, always the windows I was terrified of them Something was watching me in the woods I made my parents buy me thick curtains that…

From the shelf I bring down the canteen, instant coffee, measure out a large dose and catch the kettle just before it whistles. There is a hush outside, moonbeams still trickling though the fog and heavy branches of the fir trees. The cabin is wood…

Does it make me soft That I feel kinship with the milkmaid From times long gone? Does it make me weak That I long to make a home Warm and comfortable and safe? Does it make me teutonic To desire a flourishing garden And a…

I found myself quenching my thirst with a canteen filled with concrete. Damn! I might as well step off the dock if I can no longer enjoy my coffee with moonbeams. C. Churchill

Hazjizadi, help me fly. Tell your tales, help nights go by. Let your stories fill my dreams. With your wit share all your schemes.   Hazjizadi tame my anger. Lead me from all paths that canker. Stay a thousand nights with me. Hazjizadi set me…

Daffodils turned to the sun As fairies tipped The petals of the daisies Their laughter was barely a whisper Their dresses outshone the stars In the evening sky Their hair pulled by the wind In soft fragrant waves They danced all night Twisting, turning, fluttering…

My grandfather was a bowler pretty good, in fact national tournaments league championship teams Once he bowled a 299 during a league championship ‘299 and a wiggle’ proclaimed tongue-in-cheek trophy 300 is the most you can score His teammates gifted him bowling pin hand-painted with…

Hush, can you hear it? Trickling water pierces the silence. Run to the dock and don’t look back. The cold concrete underneath my feet cools me down. The adrenaline is running hot, like a pot of coffee about to spill over. Moonbeams cut through the…

the crackle and drag your grief slipping beneath the fact of a door frame