Tag: Author

Sweet Dirt (Portrait 10)

You thought it would’ve been water and initially you were right. Then, the ocean changed. No one was surprised. After all, that’s what we do, change, survive, change again if we don’t die first. Not very poetic. What nipped us in the ass was…

I Used To Swim The River

I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers….

Poetics

Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.      

Undertow

A reader dips a hand Into swift water Waiting in initial silence To be taken by the current   An author swims Without life preserver Arms….splashing Yelling towards the shoreline

Unfortunate Cookies

Unfortunate Cookies – Complete With Translation Errors  Something you lost will soon turn up, like your wife. Fame and fortune will soon belong to somebody else. You will be invited to an extremely boring event. The one you love is closer than you think….

Sweet Weed

  The flesh of my lover’s body Still taut within memory’s touch That distance shaped my femininity Her sweet, sweet, large lips, appeared As a succulent rooted plant Which allowed me into her meadow To traverse the yard, to stretch within the clover Tasting…

Published

  To Do List: A Poem      

What Odysseus Hears

  “I have heard this music before, saith the body.” – Mary Oliver What Odysseus Hears This room—is alone— Shattered occasionally By voices, seemingly ethereal Bessie, Nina, and Billie Who settle the walls, solid into a comfort, darkened beauty Yet, a saddened quietude, I…

The Blank Page (Portrait #9)

    Full of space, it invites your wishes to be written down upon it. Then, as soon as you jot or type something within its parameters, it looks back at you and tells you more about what your wishes then you knew. A…

We Are Struck

Time is involved with our embraces As if the length of holding one another Measures the weight of our affection The tightness of our hugs produces passions– Passions filled with a gravity of attraction Not just of Earth and moon, but a solar system…

The Cat’s Nomenclature

  All throats are coated There is no clear speech It is, a cluttered emptiness Search for words, understood only By mimicry, representation sounded And it seems that voice knows What part of the night To split open wide, with ruckus Within the apex…

Hardboiled Stinks

Don’t let biscuits be hard on you Just give ‘em a little dunk And they’ll soften right up Bacon crumbles under pressure Unless they’re Canadian Then they become really taxing Why does Benedict need a fucking muffin! Who does he think he is? Remember,…

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