Houses make me nervous They can burn down Buildings with floors Have the possibility of collapse Bridges are unreliable London Bridge fell after all But the Mississippi River Is the one constant of my life Sitting on its banks I feel at peace When leaving,…

I hear my boots Scraping on the pavement On an empty street At 2 am I see ribbons of light Swirling around me Ghosts of the cars That went by I feel prickles On the back of my neck Caused by the person Following me…

“As I was walking by the street, At night, I saw a car zoom past me, Not knowing who I was, Not knowing why I was there, To them, I was just another passing stranger, They glanced at, Through the corner of their eye, While…

(Dedicated to Beth Fleisher who withdrew because of an illness) After a hectic day on the farm or with the goats I long for home After a long and maddening traffic I long for home After a long debate about what story board to adapt…

I miss the way Your fingers feel on my skin How they slid over my back And down to my waist Ghosting over my shoulder And sliding down my thigh People don’t get to touch me like this Not often And the memory of it,…

G.K. Chesterton once wrote “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” Dad introduced me to the delightful taste of cheese. In our home, Dad made different flavours of cheese An omelette got cheese Rice puddle had cheese Stuffed bread had cheese Everything…

If I had gone with you… I think our lives would be very different now Sans stretch marks, C-section scars, and broken bones But I wanted to make sure you knew What you wanted Maybe that was stupid Maybe I was scared Maybe you seemed…

the publisher’s team visits tomorrow the agent meets with you ahead of the team tomorrow you cannot close your eyes now wake up right now   defer your nap put on your cap this is a dream come true you have to be prepared through…

“Crows and rooks are rather clever birds, Forever discriminated, as stupid and gratuitous, Because of their colour, Yet, I fail to see how their colour, Defines their worth, For they are incredible specimens, And are far from being redundant.

When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…