“Hard”
Hard is not the right word for this. Fill in the blank: ______ to say goodbye to your best friend, … Continue Reading “Hard”
Terracotta Dreams
How do you measurea dream? Perhaps by its gait—the impression it leaves like tender toes on wet sand;if it stays … Continue Reading Terracotta Dreams
“Bed Bugs”
Free writing exercise When I can’t find the words, I make them up. I set a timer for 5 minutes, … Continue Reading “Bed Bugs”
Ugliness
When you burn my body, do it at dusk. I’m a sucker for a good sunset, and I think it … Continue Reading Ugliness
“Hard”
Hard is not the right word for this. Fill in the blank: ______ to say goodbye to your best friend, … Continue Reading “Hard”
Unraveling
Unraveling. 1 Polka dots of tissue, starburst red These have to be the cleanest holes you ever made Leaking like … Continue Reading Unraveling
How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Right now, I want to die. I’m sitting in the floor of the restroom of a nice German restaurant. And … Continue Reading How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Lessons on gardening
You teach me everything there is to know about love, and crayons, and the right way to sing in the … Continue Reading Lessons on gardening
Notes On Descending
This short, poetic essay reflects both the nature of depression and its untimely onset. It is the author’s best attempt to put very complex feelings into words.
Remember
Remember the citrus colors of summer, honeysuckle static lullabies and nights roiling in thunder, pomegranate on the porch someone’s father … Continue Reading Remember
A Letter To The Lost
I just want you to know that I love you.
How To Count Fireflies
I’ll love you in your sorrow, When cold streams through the open window, And night sucks the dreams from your … Continue Reading How To Count Fireflies
Seasons
Out where the corn grows tall, The deer play hide and seek, And mosquitos swarm like street gangs Ready to … Continue Reading Seasons
Love Letters, No. 26
I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26
Jailhouse Saints
Sitting with my skull Propped against An old window A/C unit, I had an epiphany, And here it is: My … Continue Reading Jailhouse Saints
Lucky
IF YOU FOUND ME ON THE STREET and asked, “What have you done with your life?” my answer might be: “Well, that … Continue Reading Lucky
Drinkers With Writing Problems Published My Poem!
It’s Christmas in August for this vagabond poet. In case you missed the giddy Tweets, earlier this week I was honored … Continue Reading Drinkers With Writing Problems Published My Poem!
Portraits of a Ghost 