When the flowers of buttercups drop their leaves, there is an orb left with sharp points that catch on your socks when you pass by. Hitchhikers intent on traveling to set down roots elsewhere. This is the way to learn whether or not you like…

It’s a tough color to get Purple fades into blue fades into green fades into yellow fades into her flesh. You can see each one but can’t separate them from the source. A fist to the eye. A foot to the rib. A knee to…

Hazel eyes, flashes of fire Precious time, green and gold In blackest night he said “I pray, things happen, that’s all I know.” Your hazel eyes flash with fire And she’s caught in between in red I’ll say precious little, but “just so you know,…

flashing lights, blue into red into purple swirl, eerily bathing the darkened street in brilliant color bullet riddled car driver side door ajar a leg, frozen in death a piercing scream mutterings of conversation police with notepads, pens behind ears white shirts, underarm sweat rings…

The Funeral Bodies shrouded in black rock forward and back under siege by the dark cloud of mourning seeking light in this tunnel but finding none. Shades of sadness and supplication run through the air an ebony chem trail infecting all present. I am swallowed…

And so she looks a little pale her snow white robe is torn. Each one of us will try and fail and all of us will mourn. Her alabaster angel wings from stony plaster cast spread wide above my everything the one I thought would…

Write a poem about color   We eat with our eyes I think as I prepare our simple Saturday supper. Boneless loin pork chops, browned in olive oil with garlic and sliced green peppers that slip from bright to muted as heat softens them. When…

everything rhymes with orange   red ocean waves blue sun rays purple sandboxes and cyan berry pie   green valentines rose pumpkins black ice cream and pink parsley   turquoise daisies yellow rain puddles lavender footballs and white box theaters

covered in lichen stoic guardian of the trail orange tempers rock  

Fade to Black “What’s your favorite color?” an early boyfriend asked, perhaps thinking of flowers to match my favorite, a romantic notion my truthful answer swiftly nipped in the bud: “Black.” Evolving from thrashing punk days, mosh pit rock and grunge days, emo goth days,…