coffee talk memories   moonbeams in the cold, black coffee quakes in the chipped cup just out of reach of my fingertips on that damn shelf you built for me: glass shards in concrete, wrapped in honey-stained fir… re-purposed dock planks where we first fucked, embraced…

This Accident of Being Lost (Leann Betasamosake Simpon)   these dark trees breathe for me many times a day when I cannot walk myself – no longer able to take one more step or falling breathless into holes in the path edged with grasses too tall…

How were they so Great? Did they study harder than me? Did they work harder than me? What made them so capable of Intelligence? These questions haunted me As I turned over the pages Of the autobiography of Marie Curie And her husband, the famous…

People are complex and sophisticated though hopeless and helpless when left to their own devices. I thought I was the only one trapped in the endless circle complexities of life decisions and consequences.  Carrying around this weight I just couldn’t shake off. It refused to…

at best you are beauty, sex, freedom in tiny drops of body fluid.   at worst you are ugly, barren, slavery, gigantic slabs of concrete.   they say over time, wet wears stone. (c) r. l. elke

Hogwash, hokum, horsefeathers, hooey and humbuggery, tarradiddle, trash, twaddle, tommyrot and tomfoolery: Don’t give me your blatherskite, blarney or bunkum, I’m through with your senseless trumpery.

The sun of that same day going down, Dusk was saluted by an instantaneous sparkle of electric lights. Dinner and bedtime were always difficult to kill, The night after the dance further tarnished by the peevishness of dissipation There were no letters for either of…

Its dark And I’m scared I don’t know how to explain this feeling One person on my right Another on my left They begin to pull in opposite directions As if I was a doll that two kids were fighting over I feel the desires…

Congratulations Half Marathoners! I am so happy that you have completed 12 poems in 12 hours! That is wonderful. Thank you for joining us in this madness. In the past I have personally verified that everyone who applied for a certificate was eligible and then…

Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow…