They call her a woman, that luminous nighttime lamp. Was it, perhaps, her coy face peeking behind gossamer curtain clouds? Or could it be her gentle luminosity, her changeable personality? I see her each evening, My love, my life, so beautifully full and bright. My…

I’m an oddly-shaped square With pale, porous skin clinging tightly I carry all emotions I am different from others Yet, still the same as all of the rest I carry all emotions

You are tossed into it like a piece of meat to a swarm of carrion flies or a murder of crows The human condition, I mean Whatever is left, once the swarm has eaten it’s fill; that is who you will be for the rest…

Ode to San Antonio I remember backyard barbecues by downstairs neighbors Tejano music blaring for hours, infiltrating every inch of the apartment on floor number three where I’d sit stoned and spaced out. Becoming overtly disturbed when I caught my toe tapping happy to distant…

Lonely, old shoe in the alley, where did you come from? Are you all alone in this world? Where is your match? Is the other of you lost, too? Did your owner leave you behind? For what reason? Were you too small? Too big? Too…

Belonging opening up and sharing as the ground is met it’s about being heard – my whispers go right through the dead air or even the occasional “hmm – hmm” no longer affects me as it once did there is a time and the moments…

A Modern Response to Euripides’ The Medea Jason messed with the wrong Corinthian in that ancient play about the dangerously pissed off Medea, the “X” of your nightmares. Jason starts knockin’ boots with Creon’s daughter, a genuine princess with a royal bank account balance. Jason…

He Calls Home Those who are called home often see the familiar welcoming the sights @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 13 2015

Boogeyman Don’t look back, don’t turn around do you really want to be found? Check the cell, no damn reception did you think you’d be the exception? Trying to flee and the car doesn’t start it seems that none of you are very smart Girls…

Even If I Have To I’ll take your abyss and even if I have to walk on a tightrope the seemingly mundane lights up all of this I sink deep into your soul I don’t even need air no struggling to get away where you…