The Last Moments of Heaven   If I had known this would happen, and if I could have guessed (though how could I) what my gentleness would bring, I would have been rough and insistent, but not wanting to scare you, I caged the beast…

Let us gather in a flourishing way with sunluz grains abriendo los cantos que cargamos cada día                                – Juan Felipe Herrera, former Poet Laureate of the United States Some moments…

Succumb In the beginning, sex was not for me as it is for some. Violating hands broke my childhood body, leading a first lover to say that I was frigid, a cold and cruel beast roaming the world that could not enjoy its pleasures, a…

An opaque full moon filled the indigo sky And the stars stood still with a glorious outcry Across the crystal lake Upon benches of wood and twigs The body of the King laid Upon oil infused hay and sticks An arrow of blazing light shot…

8. Rimbaud, Four Days Post Grooming   Is it a crime not to care? Sometimes it is a crime not to care. After the grooming, Rimbaud is snarling, glazed-eyed, miserable. Wedges himself into the carrying case he used to avoid. Someone has hurt him? Of…

You brought me sunshine when I only saw rain You brought me laughter when I only felt pain -Donna Donathan   the best to come is when the world is attainable and I fall to my fears of only having the things I was unafraid…

  ” ‘ate ‘im up, ‘e did,” the storyteller said, ‘an spat ‘is bones out wicky-ticky tat. ‘e hewsed ‘is skin to line ‘is truckle bed, ‘is tongue to scrape ‘is toes there hon the mat. Hit goes to show youse, hwoman, man an’ buoy,…

‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks’ DULCE ET DECORUM EST Wilfred Owen Morte Nobilis Establishment is as establishment was, bent, Control your freedoms and then tax you double, Liberties are privileges given like, Medals for surviving a war you did not choose, old, Lies…

Much like beauty all things are beholden to one’s eye Words that are used to acquire the imagination of one’s wallet are usually lies Deluxe Pedicure This description rang out to me like visions of lotus flowers and foot massages of the ages Alas the…

This is both a golden shovel and a nonet a mere brush of your hand and I was gullible enough to think we were a pair, you and I the sweet remarks you made hid the bitter you— time to wake up stop messin’ with…