Category: Poetry

In last season’s leavesWatermelon bits of you are beetle-coveredand evaporating withwing sheathes whisperingdeliver unto us the fuse-lighter The church basement tip-line is ringing off the hookIf you or anyone you love becomes the victim of a cold case bombingYou may be entitled to a disappearance.or was it social suicide?or solitude? Every lost connection in my…

I am feeling Onward and multi directionalI am realizing I am painThat sits with the CircleAnd unlearns Mother’s teachings mischief? No goblins nowjust orcs with jobs to doand slit-finding knife tang wordsin our Grandfathers’ backs my future?In friends’ handsLike she did mine makethe lovers’ heartssnap and vanish Am love?only ifthe Onecould beme

playlist voice written There is at least one boy who prayed that his wedding would be a misunderstanding interrupted by an obsession but instead found every moment with her as constant and unbelievable as river stones and sea glass polished slowly by knowing and needing. There is at least one man who stares at the…