In Vino Veritas

    My head is on his lap. A thousand fumes swirl purple, possibility dances around the room. The air is distilled – raining ruby droplets, soft as mist. His fingers try to free the unruly tangle of my jungle warfare hair, but pull back in retreat as they feel resistance. An arm appears from…

Incredulity Is Just Another Word For Horseshit

“I’m the best friend you could ever hope for. And you treat me like this?” Words poured their tar as spiders & bats flew from the grave his mouth became. Those words were coffins where old lies and broken promises had lain undead and restless, trying to claw their way back to life. Making the…

A Yew Takes Root

  An artist’s ache for immortality is slow-poisoning. I don’t pretend to be understood by anyone. Comprehension’s always a battle hard-won. Although I’d like my tea leaves read, my dirges sung – to be felt as the steady percussive thrum of hunger: a yowl in the gut, an unraveling poem.

Toilet Training

  I’m in the shower. Someone knocks on my bathroom door: I’m convinced there is some Universal Law of Infernal Fucktitude that mandates I always be in the shower when strange men with loud knocks come a-calling. (Some may call it Murphy’s Law, but something that wicked, that mischievous needs a more diabolical name. Murphy…

Pokemon Is Go

Juno is tattling on Jupiter and a million mortals are gossiping about it on what we call social media, though there is little social in it and they probably haven’t read more than the headlines. Still, home is where your smartphone is.  I myself am waiting for Scotty to beam me up. I seem to…

Edening 101

  Love is a lush valley Willing to ripen at your picking But its blooms are tender things In need of water and sunshine. No nurture, no life. Nature goes only so far. No matter how¬†deeply Rooted in you.            

To Unplug or Not to Unplug

  I continue to question why I seek this venue, why any of us who expend untold hours on social media (but, more specifically, Facebook) do to the extent we do. I think, in general, we need to find the balance and sift the trash from the treasure. A most difficult thing to do when…

Call For Submission

  It’s not enough, is it? You cackle from the trees Spanning the black There’s a break in the branches Feathers fly their arrow in one direction The sun glints slick Malachite light on The swoop of your dive You’ve got me in your beak Your claws cling hard digging into my wriggling pride But…

August Was Anything But

It’s rustled sheets and creaking floorboards these days. I’m restless. Dust motes tornado their oblivion in the cobwebbed corners of my echo’s silenced boom. Even the fog eventually grows tired of its own fugue, nobody but me hears that the foghorn stopped blowing: some things just *poof* disappear without anyone noticing. I dig another trench…

Quasi Modo

  There really wasn’t much to say. He tried to run his Mouth anyway That ham fist ever ready To nestle up to His Palatine uvula. There’s a gong going off in here The reverb ruins everything Sound waves trampoline Wall to wall The cathedral he built Becomes his prison All the stained glass shatters…

Hope You’re Happy Now!

    If a nuclear holocaust ever broke out two creatures would survive: Cockroaches and my mother. Her resilience has no limits. Her tenacity knows no bounds. She’s survived: Two dead husbands Three suicide attempts A heart attack Diabetes 50 years of drug, Nicotine and alcohol abuse (Only the good die young.) Of course, in…

Or Be Bitten

The sky broke wide open Our balloon was grounded. A tinfoil moon popped out From between the pages Of an old dust bitten book And crooned a tune, trying Desperately not to mention Itself (or June). Parked beneath the branches Of an unaccommodating tree Dripping naked and reeking Of ill-boding, your beast Was showing. You…

Dear Mommy: My bullseye has faded. Sorry.

  She tries to contact me my nerves crackle at the sight of her name it’s just a message in a filtered mailbox but it’s still too close. Her blank avatar on Facebook yields nothing. I’d love to write of the breaking through where a new chapter is written, where all my piers are turned…