I’ll behave in the setting sun, When you’re not around the chambered room, And maybe this is what life is supposed to be? People running carelessly through other’s hearts, Never knowing how to keep anything together, We rummage through drawers and fall apart, The sunken…

The hieroglyphics are etched into the bones. Messages from the past lives or carrying instructions into the future. Linquist? Anthropologist? Who shall read the symbols as they were intended or as they prophesize? Doctors? Physicists? Who can explain these stories on my bones, in my…

I buried his head beside the cat’s grave in my neighbor’s yard She’s too busy mourning abortions to notice the freshness of the soul… She prays to her dead pets and pastors that the world will be a better place She doesn’t know that her…

I wonder if … If I could bite off a piece of your flesh. If I can swallow it make it a part of me. If that will ensure our never being separated.

Silvery ripples across my hips flowing thickly towards my thighs unnoticed until the sun bronzes my skin but leaves these symbols untouched. I cup my bare breasts, lifting turning this way and that to catch a twinkle. Faintly, twins of the lower branches wink in…

I was told by the fire mage, Maniac messiah that I’m Some internal arsonist A relief to know that when the darkness surrounds me, I Have accelerant I have a match and gasoline… This Is poetry Even in cobalt blackness, I can write light  …

I guess I memorized the feeling of loss… I guess I look for it everywhere Sometimes I throw away something previously precious just to have a reason to be sad. I guess, I know before everything, the feeling of losing. The death grip of life…

In your palm and I feel it when I hold your hand. In the baby’s cry and I feel it knowing the world goes on. In your voice and I feel it when you whisper good morning. In the dog tag’s jangle and I feel…

I smile because in the stillness I feel fully our emotions. I sink into your essence which is a fragrant almond oil perfuming my skin. I immerse into the warm thickness of it how it cocoons me, closes in with security and sanctuary. This stillness…

The atrocity of being shut out feels like the burning wind in my asthma lungs. When I’m playing tag in the third grade and the bully boy asks me if asthma is contagious That’s what it feels like to be shut out That my nature…