Category Archives: Poetry

I couldn’t use my nose to breathe last night. I closed my mouth and didn’t get the air it takes to talk or chew or drink. I might have borne it better if it weren’t rare for this big nose … Continue reading →

Your smile makes some wrinkles, but your frown engraves you ugly. Horizontal lines can be accepted; it’s the up and down that carves a witch. We recognize the signs of bitterness, perpetual complaint, and self-directed needy attitude. Your scowl drags … Continue reading →

I’m listening as silently to me as possible. I’m mutely moving now, awaiting hunger’s neat necessity, fatigue’s demand against my furrowed brow, a healing palm upon me calm and clean. My appetites misfire blanks in kind and I’ve no clue … Continue reading →

A vacant lot with shards of bottle glass appears below the train a brilliant field of sunlit gems, although you know an ass- hole did it, drunk & thirsty, muck-congealed. A mushroom cloud, a tidal wave, a storm of any … Continue reading →

As irresistible as comfort food and almost as compelling as a shit, I had to ride my bike today. The mood attacked at 8 a.m. I felt the fit right after reading; restless vigor jarred me from my coffee, made … Continue reading →

A novel theme of nothingness I write. A journey into zero is my goal. I’ll tell a hundred stories to invite your mind, inspire you, embrace your soul in legend arms to whirl you in the dance demanded by the … Continue reading →

It seems some rabid fundamentalist attempted to redecorate my trunk by prying off the ambulating fish that names the Beagle’s passenger. To junk my gentle symbol was a zealot’s aim, but unsuccess was his ambition’s lot. He popped the back … Continue reading →

A pick-up truck in line outside my place, door-dented, ill-maintained, in traffic’s mess, contains an erstwhile friend. I see his face through tinted glass but I can’t see what stress has done to it in these few weeks. My friend … Continue reading →