Poetry

Life and Death Valley

The springs that flowed When I didn’t understand their origin The messy, dripping curse of it Distracting the mind And its supposed logic Her pills Tiny capsules raining Tapping on porcelain His “No!” The struggles […]

Poetry

The Former Lover

The clouds moved Like storms on Jupiter How I wished I could be Anywhere but here Counting down the hours to dissolution The me you loved was always a chimera Her realness is not to […]

Poetry

Shellfish Bay

Somewhere tonight The sea enfolds you In a deep sleep Or an insomniac’s nightmare The stormy horizon Reminding you of that shellfish bay That the little boy called home The liquid fluidity of New York […]

Poetry

Little Boy Genius

Your genius Locked away in this Blue and yellow malaise But I could see it anyway Repeatedly The abnormalities of your Normal life Laid bare Spotted instantly Dreaming of those Red rock amphitheaters That I […]

Poetry

Rainbows

They’re everywhereFillingPreviously empty spaceAs are we And it’s niceLike a little neon signBlinking “Welcome” So we relax, begin to show moreThe real us-esNo holds barred And everyone’s happyAnd everyone’sGAY Yet you really didn’t like the […]

Poetry

Slaughterhouse

Rather a slaughterhouse Is this what it feels like to use loving hands to commit egregious acts? Killed because they are too many Some go silently as the razor slices their flesh Covers and clapboards […]

Poetry

The Conversation

We can’t believe we’re having it But yes Where? Where to? Next door? Will they have us? You know our history right? Canada? Hey didn’t your brother know a guy In Saskatchewan? I have friends […]

Poetry

American Eclipse

The dawn’s early It’s so early This early light Dusty roads and brown babies Tears Trails of them Still! Damn! Men in boots and suits and white cotton knickers with coffee stained breath Making these […]

Poetry

Useless Items

We’re relieved Yes we’re glad that we failed But we’re relieved that they escaped From the worst of day to day hell Of living with the all consuming darkness Because we’ve been there And stared […]

Poetry

Boomer

“He’s dead” And I felt the worst possible thing one can feel About another person when those words are uttered Nothing That man Who isn’t even called “father” by his daughter But a mere donor […]