A petite section of road protected in a wooden cocoon. Branches hand holding above the asphalt. Cooing to me like an infant. Secure in...

I have never cared for rules or held hands with expectations - Why should they not be broken or disappointed? As I have been I have never...

What is the string of hope? Commencing with an hourglass tattoo on my skin. Question mark shape outlined in the dunes. Parched I refuse...

How did we all arrive here? This audience? This theatre? These four musicians walking onto the stage? Accompanied by violins, a viola, a...

An aging sandwich lies alone on a paper wrapper. The mysterious loner clutches his book doling out his daily therapy. The empty chair...

The museum is like molasses. One slow step at a time. A small town Alabama boy on the outskirts of L.A. where tapestries hang overhead....

Roughshod partner. Eggshell remains surround your narcissim. Even the fold of the towels do not meet your standard. Piles of yarn sit in...

I am jealous of this #2 able to write the future erase the past sharpened when worn soft graphite core dusted in private journals, thank...

I thrust my hand in the dragon's mouth. the bone fire licks its sacrifice. cigar smoke exhaled through nostrils. limbs pop as the scaly...

baffled by this vacant beach the trail of broken shells will lead to where the bloody footprints stop wounds are healed with salty stings...

your cleft chin could store a hatchet gray eyes, why are they always gray? main character features chiseled by nature charismatic...

I don’t know if I am extremely sensitive or life is unbearable - Vincent Van Gogh six feet tickle my forearm, instinct says to swat but I...

1988, Frasier Crane reads to a bar room crowd “It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done.” Cliff, Norm, Carla and I hang...

fingernails splinter on the grain like lover carved initials such fine posture, back straight along the oak spine Druids once climbed in...

I spit on the red Alabama clay. waist deep. shoveling this crater. pointless as scrubbing baseboards twice a week. sharp instruments in...

fisherman, with hands cracked like an arid desert floor skin so weathered the sun renounced its burning efforts observing through bushy...

Murderer. Swinging your jerrycan. Whistling with your forged confidence. Prometheus did not offer up his liver daily, nightly for this...

Laser guided missle dropped from an unmanned drone. Quaint skies become Armageddon. Manmade meteor explodes leaving cratered remains....

Carpet burns from the closet floor. Icy drafts from darkened vents. High heels a protective moat. I tremble deep within my makeshift...

Presence pressing on the spine. Distressing draft glides down the neck. Solicitous shudders descending head to toe. Shadows flank the...