Poems and Pieces… Wheeze 6 Nov 20176 Nov 2017 He sighed in completion. I lay, clutching blankets. (waiting for a crescendo) ------------But Instead I (in stale disquiet), while he sleeps peacefully, am lulled to a sullen ennui. Malcontent with…
Poems and Pieces Til Death Do Us Part 30 Oct 201730 Oct 2017 I am with you because the looks I will get, if I sit alone in a movie theater, are worst than how little you make me feel. I am with…
Poems and Pieces… Manic Creative 24 Oct 201724 Oct 2017 Getting past the first word Then the second- Then the third- Then the fourth- ........until the whole point ....................is about climbing ............................the wall, which ................................was never a wall, ................................but merely…
Poems and Pieces… WW: Devour 21 Sep 201721 Sep 2017 Outside the window Her back is pressed against glass Which is Pressed against another's chest. She reads. Unknowing of her lean , The openness of her face To watching eyes,…
Poems and Pieces… WW: “I hope you Dance” (Poem) 30 Aug 201730 Aug 2017 Shape of this dance is killing thighs, and feet, and swan shaped hands. Punctured lungs, stabbed to death with breath, break ribs and dance. Sure, black…
Poems and Pieces… Wandering Wednesday: Starts Here 23 Aug 201723 Aug 2017 Eclipse A once in a lifetime event ends like this with clouds in abundant objection. The moon shares a kiss brief, light lips ten minutes, gone is the eclipse. A…
Poems and Pieces Burnt (2013) 17 Apr 2017 I hold the ember in the cup of my hands the uselessly toiling fingers are- Kindling. No longer able to beat out rhythms on an unyielding earth- I hear the…
Fixed Form Writing… Clock Watching (Draft) 16 Mar 201716 Mar 2017 Nothing comes at this hour. Only the fear of what will be. What will this hour hold? Will it be kinder Then the careless way I have let the last…
Poems and Pieces… Satiated Sleep (help me sigh) 27 Feb 201727 Feb 2017 Give me a reason to stay awake. Pour secrets into my ears, run your nails along the peaks- and valleys of my breast. Steal my breaths between stories, locate my…
Fixed Form Writing… Bullet point poetry (draft) 23 Feb 201727 Feb 2017 who am I? the question circles the toilet bowl, gets clogged in the sink. congeals with last nights dinner on paper plates. is forgotten with pennies in the couch cushions. collects dust…