Poetry

Above Albuquerque wind-still the sky holds balloons like lacrima Below inside this temporary room your voice cuts strings no longer...

Note: Apology Accepted was written in response to the image here, created by Tony Curran.           ...

Every time I lift the lid on the bin by the stairs to the units above, and upend my basket...

Commandment On a West Texas highway between Plainview and Lubbock white text on a black billboard proclaims CONTROL YOUR MIND,...

There’s a circle of PETA protesters picketing my castle because I’ve been squirrelnapping woodland creatures to teach them how to...

is not what you meant to say when you locked the door behind you; you meant to say wait— look...

He was an odd choice for mentor, afflicted with a sort of stoic sadness. Years in that stone hut, surrounded...

I thrust my hands into the moving web to spin out each sonic filament. Each must breathe in its own...

One of the signs of relying on one’s own deeds is the loss of hope when a downfall occurs. —...

Nude Male with Echo #136 Each touch, a blast of intention lost in the weather of the moment & I,...