“Blues for Sister Sally”, hooked on junk, Forever hunting, poking for a sign; I remember when we sang together, drunk On joy and laughter, and on cheap red wine. My Brother Jack sits gazing at the sky, The dark horizon … Continue reading »POEM: In the Vein of So Many Others
I am a ghost. On translucent soles I navigate the slick city streets, Afraid of falling. The mist Creeps in from Ran’s wide road, Muffling sounds of mid-week hustle. I grind my feet Against the asphalt, Finding purchase, Mincing steps … Continue reading »POEM: Hesitation
Give me a moon story, Write it with heart, Give it a middle, And end, and a start. Tell me a moon story, Fill it with songs, Pass the tequila and Write me some wrongs. Sing me a moon story, … Continue reading »POEM: Writers’ Lullaby
With the summer heat and being unwell, I’ve fallen off the running wagon a little in the last few weeks. I feel a little lost, although since the world has apparently been turned upside down and America is on fire, … Continue reading »Illness and writing struggles
He told me that he’d loved before Her silken hair, Her chestnut eyes; A fire with which she lived her life That burned eternal. I asked him, Did he love her still? Of course; So long as the … Continue reading »POEM: Multitudes
Just tell me I’m not a lost cause. Tell me eternity is long enough For me to make things right. That the stars will not judge me from their seats in the night. Tell me love is the cleanser, … Continue reading »POEM: Precipice
Wednesday night I wrote a poem, and it felt good to do that. Actually picking the germ of something out of my notebook, writing on it, refining it, and coming out of it with an actual thing… As opposed to … Continue reading »On Poems and Patreon
Carve out my heart, and serve it with vinegar Keep it in a jar of for-mal-de-hyde Cut out my heart, and cherish it savagely, Put it up with the other jars, side by side. … Continue reading »POEM: Dégustation
We’ve started poetry in Writing Class. Poetry is my jam, man. It’s my jam. This week, we’re to write a poem every day. They’re all to be different types of poem, like haiku and sonnet and vers libre. In particular … Continue reading »“From the rust within their throats”
When she was 21 she bought a gun and posed with it in pictures uploaded to the internet. She dyed her hair hot pink and tied it up in pigtails with some baubles that sparkled and glowed in the … Continue reading »POEM: Queen