Phaeton

      This is sentience This is knowing This is the phantom limb That won’t stop feeling You are out there Somewhere Burning holes in the dark My body molasses pours slow and thick Coagulating soft to hard There are a thousand words for this death All of them spell your name    …

Winter Cheer

The day reaches out with sticky fingers picking all our pockets her touch is cold but her thoughts are warm this is the point in the plot for the reveal sunglasses and bullets are all I carry I use the former to conceal and the latter to steal one lifeline at a time my empty…

‘Our heads are round so thought can change direction’

A bolt of red trails A silk train on the sand. It’s strange to see a man In a tux and a woman in a ballgown on a public beach. A photographer leads them, walking Backward, his flashbulbs strobing A disco ball mesmerism. Now I’m Recording the act of recording, Smirking while the couple awkwardly…

Holly Daze

The time is now, as it’s always been. The temperature low, as it’s always seemed. She couldn’t remember when she last spread her toes on a supple green earth. She put her hands to her mouth and blew into her palms. Clouds of breath formed like angels, enfolding her. The future fell from the sky….

The Avenger

He spread his white death across my pillowcase. His mouth tasting of stale words and cold vengeance, like some men taste of cigarettes and malt liquor, but I savor his breath anyway after he kisses me and tells me he loves to hate. “Oh?” say I, “Hate and love are flip sides of the same…

Personal Jesus

    I saw an eagle catch a falcon, once. And when he landed, full and satisfied, resting on the perch of his predatory nest, I caught him and ate him. Served him up with a mango salsa and a side of pride. Tell me who your Jesus is and, I will tell you who…

Divine Lines

      There are stories under the skin but they remain hidden. They escape their captors with careful incisions. The initial cut is the shallowest, but the most painful: a toe dip to test the temperature of the water before wading in. A flinch, a drip, and the first wave of relief washes over…

I hear the secrets that you keep when you’re talking in your sleep

  Sometimes I hear music where there isn’t any. I walk down the street, a car backing up into a parallel parking spot converts into the gentle swale of a church pipe organ playing a nativity hymnal, an ambulance siren sounds the plaintive wail of Lucia di Lammermoor’s aria as she plummets to the snake…

Chorizo And Eggs (with a side of avocado)

  You could probably calibrate the master atomic clock ensemble at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C. and provide the time standard for the entire U.S. Department of Defense by his arrival. (Although he was a naval man, the atomic clock in Denver is where my father-in-law always proudly pointed his little plastic-strapped Casio…

A Lesson In Thermodynamics

You said there was nothing left Yet you forget that matter cannot be destroyed: water converts to vapor, buildings to rubble, bodies to ashes, and memories to flashes of light bouncing off the moon’s surface ( that moon, moon, moon – the one you’re always attuned to) but their essence remains untouched. Wash. Rinse. Repeat….

No-Fly Zones & Zippers

I know why there are Laws and Religions Theorems and Stop Signs No-Fly Zones and Zippers… In a universe of infinite possibility, We must be bound by the thing of some, by the sum of one. Bonds… The silk tie wrapped around your wrist Knotting you to a four poster honeymoon bed Like electrons in…

The Eternal Sunset of What We Are

  “The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the…

Hour Glass

  Everything takes so long but happens too soon. Can this be possible? The hours dance their time-step in molasses. Silence falls soft in the cold – its drifts growing heavy, an iceberg gathering momentum yet still getting nowhere. I lay on its embankment, my mind tangled in prisms of crystal memory. I thought it…