Words

Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...

Every single thing that is alive communicates. All that lives from bees to trees, harmonyfrom root and branch to you and memust one way or...

They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.    I’ll be the log   in your fire place.   Let our nostalgia  ...

Grandma said, “you catch more fliesWith honey than with vinegar”I wondered...She herself was vinegarShe never made sweet thingsOr said sweet wordsWas she afraid of...

To my surprise, there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October; their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...

the sounds of new home construction hammering nails into dystopian rhythms waveforms like ring droplets on still water spreading through our quiet neighborhood like a virus  coming off...

going through your instagram feed desperately trying to reconstruct your history artfully revealing yourself through clever angles and snapchat filters.  what happens when children lose sight of themselves via the...

In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin... my...

full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...

Be patient, flower girl. Take time to grow, Teach the importance of knowing. Taking a look at perspective It is always changing. Leave dried seed heads and grasses Pruned back...

Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...