Tiny Rocks

I feel like reaching far today. Like this will be the farthest I have reached in all my years. This is the day that I will tell my story and you will receive it with warmth and understanding. I am with you now, even as you read this and soon you will know me as […]

“You Passed Your Best on to Me”

Having lost 2 of my 3 parents now, I feel a bit clingier to my mom. I hang on her words and gestures so they don’t get lost in the mourning when she’s gone. I find myself trying to memorize her and bowing to the sweet things so I have them to reconcile all the […]

Poet Jam 4/22/18

In this day, social media is our (poets) Montmartre. We sit at our screens like tiny cafe tables smoking our smoke, drinkin our wine and sharing our love, our lives, our pain. You find the most remarkable collaborations if you look for them in random streams of comments below posts. This one was fucking awesome. […]

The Pillow

The room is hollow My breath is breaking me My Master has gone away Only The Pillow The sun has found its way in My eyes are bleeding My Master has not returned The Pillow whispers The bed hasn’t moved me My mind wants to leave me My Master is thinking me The Pillow growls […]

The Hand of God

I have seen the hand of God. I sit in humble awe and endeavor to paint its attributes for the renewal of humanity. God’s hand was small. The fingers were round and plump, bearing no scars of a life long-lived of earthy strife. The nail beds glittered with remnants of a shiny paint that appealed […]