The tale of Crane Hill An old Military post located in the bay An old war room, updated with radar and sonar The echoing halls of a retired war zone Here the natives laid Slain by disease and Conquistador Here the soldiers died Blood spilled…

In the Eyes of the Law What are you doing that for? Aren’t you afraid of being caught? Remember when this happened last time Now it repeats what history forgot! Even as it changes, small details here and there Variations through the ages Exceptions to…

I love me a biscuit That puts up a fight Before surrendering To the incessant attacks of incisors And crumbles and powders- A fortress in a siege, falling Like Humpty Dumpty from a wall, Or Jenga blocks stacked up too tall.   Who said victory…

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Another poem for one of the sequences I’m working on. The missing person theme suits it perfectly. & while I like the poem, I wouldn’t mind trimming it. I just don’t have time today. dust shower i. text she texts me saying i’m on my…

Part of what I’m hoping to do over the course of the marathon is (should circumstances allow) is work on poems in proposed sequences/other projects. The previous poem “Duchess of Oldenburg” (though owing to the prompt, it was very different to how I thought it…

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

Data collected. At base planned invasion. Massacre looming.