I was an ocean A roiling, boiling ocean that swallowed the entire world I wish I could say it was good, but it burned and scraped and choked Monuments caught in my throat Sickly rivers coated my stomach A mess of disgust, but nonetheless I…

hawk and mice   my brain relentless circling like a hawk preying small thoughts flee down holes   flee like mice down holes while hawk watches patiently certain of his prey   I too flee like mice trembling before the fear hawk its beak rapier…

Real   I close my eyes, and all the world falls dead There is no light, no sound, no music rings. I think I made you up inside my head.   The housewren in the eaves is real, I said defiant when you told me…

It may be wrong to love ones food to the point of needing new pants And I’m not alone in my indulgence as one can see in the various sizes of jeans Going out for a meal and weighing the cons wondering what will this…

What On Earth Is A Bop 1/2 marathon poem #3 What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write I wish these prompts would stop I think I’m writing shite What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write…

It was abandoned long before we, ages twelve, eleven, nine gathered enough courage to walk through its open doorway some roof remained, sunlight freely illuminated what remained kitchen counter, enameled sink weathered, cracked-wood table, chairs one corner, mostly untouched by weather, time – stacks of…

Before darkness comes the foreboding crackle momentary disorientation giving way to cursed luck fate, ill-timed fortune there exists briefly a vacuum knowing neither light nor absence of  illumination there is no good that comes from channeling dormant, evolutionary bat instincts only stubbed emotional toes, bruised…