with apologies to Padgett Powell if you could catch a swallow or swallow a ketch, which would work for you? the way language wends its way thru us is still mysterious & twisted by “inner” logic unknown the thought to word movement is unfathomable. do you search for the word & no one works at…

Trouble, mounted, waters running shy. Win, mirrored as poltergeist of place that’s long been forgotten in futures that have left a place for us Sticks and blood, we and heat, as friction, rubbing incessantly, in to, oblivion. Fire, smoke broken, wars. Dual placements evaporate as pressure, – heat – takes us, as well. Mounted, clouds,…

Even thought She has left this life She is not gone She has not left you She glows inside you She shines so bright She is your light within Feel her warmth Take heart You Are never alone Her love is in you Around you Always Infinitely Be not sad Celebrate her Honour her by…

You left me with no choice With scattered lines of treacherous poems, riddled in excess, waiting for more I’ve landed within grounds, fertile and bold Manageable halls, turning, to boundless wombs And my thought is still lost in you Fragments with no image, sound, just raw remembrance Your fragrance, and my love, make knots In…

There is order in the fragments. Cups in a late night diner are melody, stacked chairs the staff. Chaff comes, goes, we separate not always wisely. I hold on too long to the discards, the stones, and rocks. Rocks, beautiful stones arranged worn do not feed or satisfy. I’m down in my cups amongst the…

On a cold February afternoon 2 years ago our lives were forever changed when we saw your picture we fell in love a phone call made and lots of questions Then off in the car half our later you are here you are home our Lil’ Buddy scared dirty hurting hungry shaking With one tiny…

For All My Patience and All My Waiting. For The Simple Remedy Of A Greedy Me. Come Satisfy Me. Touch Where You Want. Explore The Depth’s Of Your Lust. No Time Is For Granted. Our Space Is Wide With Every Demand. I Watch You From A Far, But Feel You On My Skin..Taste You In…

Like sandpaper soaked with stolen colors ripped off the canvas of Edward Hopper’s final scene wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues as a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted off…

So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly she slipped from the sky turning back in time. Her sighed filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she sensed…

How do I find the words… Describe what stirs inside of me as I think of you now gone suddenly… Tinkling laughter heard and sweet music remembered from years back created by you… A sweet smile… A very bright child… A protective sister… Rebellious daughter but loving yes loving… Confusion sets in Many waves of…