lone puzzle piece found under kitchen table and on the ground I pick  it up & examine every side then ponder this futile attempt to hide & pop it in between rose bud and wrinkled hound    

I Wish   I wish I was an artist So that everyone could see The beauty and the heartache That dwell inside of me   I wish I was a singer So that everyone could hear My tragedies and triumphs My anxieties and fear  …

It’s a crying shame, there’s no one to blame No one other than me, so here is my plea I took one trip too many, until there weren’t any Frosty cold beers left, none to borrow from my peers Three days from payday, nothing left…

The sweetest words are Those that are spoken with love From the heart and soul

Meet for the beasts, in secrecy, gathering to mete out punishments which are considerable ecstasies for the witches most deserving secretions of pleasure which swoon and sway the minds of mortals beyond the cold fire of countable cardinality consistent to an abhorrent scale given over…

Leaving the Levant, you brought with your papers endless questions that you and your assemblage of mythical rabbis posed. The space forming the silence, the void, the oblivion, the exile and the emptiness merge with their antonym partners to form the geography of your hope…

Tears swell in my eyes Pain in my chest An ache in my heart My body feels weak My life feels like it’s not moving I am so far from home Yet getting so much closer to going back I am away But I know…

Were I to come as a wild thing. By what form would learning bring: flora, fauna, insect slug, ant or bird or black tautaug?   If I were born to poor disgrace; Would you yet see a human face? Black man, white man— in between,…

The scent of warm redwood and pine and golden light dripping between the branches of a California forest afternoon and you lean back in your chair beer in hand, and sigh contentedly with the trees.   There is no life like this not like this…

This year, in fourth grade, I changed schools Though we still lived at the same location. Long-closed in our town, with a reputation for ghouls, Many decades old, the building underwent renovation.   Our new teacher looked just like TV’s Wonder Woman, All the boys…