My poem wears a warm cloak of anonymity. It has green eyes and red hair. It eats like an omnivore evolved from the T-Rex and the Brontosaurus. It dreams about children and schedules and love and violence. It drives a modest car. It lives in…

The plastic rat tacked to the wall The crystals hanging from the door hinge. The people stepping outside in lawful smoking compliance. The jaded bartenders ignoring your drink request. The aftermath of a great show. Musicians past their prime but still magical. Low ceilings and…

Let me finish and we will, we will get some breakfast. *slurp on my coffee cup* Let me go and you work, you work I’ll get food. *slurp on my coffee cup* What’s your favorite? and you like, you like cherry, coconut, chocolate bavarian *slurp…

It’s so early in the morning or so very late at night depending on perspective. You offer to make coffee as I feverishly write and post write and post write and post. I lean over to kiss your shoulder to thank you profusely to love…

Only once every 3,600 years the black planet passes through our solar system. Reading stories, theories, postulations, scientific papers, crack pot conspiracies disaster planning. Will it pass unnoticed or will we experience worldwide extinction as dinosaurs. Will we plan gather, hoard stockpile provisions or love…

I spent my whole life digging a grave to lie in At each age I thought I’d reached the sixth foot, But my dirty tired fingernails, toiling away, Always miscalculated and now I’m almost 22 and still digging But I have better things to do…

Secrets will eat you like worms in the watermelon oozing juice on the countertops. Secrets will harm you like kites flying into power lines burning up at the end of your rope. Secrets will stun you like a head on auto collision leaving only blood…

You are the furthest  fruit on my thankful tree  And you are the sweetest You are perfect, ripe and Juicy enough to make me hungry and thirsty for you, the same You tell my tongue such beautiful stories

Now, you walk away all smug superiority and I am relieved that the charade is over. Now, you escape from the city and I can return to my throne of art galleries & local restaurants in peace. Now, you retreat to silence and I chatter…

Slumber Virginia Carraway Stark Resting When cheekbones Start to feel numb From wishes of slumber coming on Darkness covers the world Like a blanket of water But sleep isn’t for me tonight No matter how it may coo and call Increasingly shutting eyes Feels better…