Heavy Stones
Heart venom, the slow, dispersing numb; love’s phantom limb, her necrotic thumbs lost grip and threw out scissors. Rock crushes four knuckles in two fingers and then tells her to…
Where I Burn
Poems in word and audio-visual presentations.
Heart venom, the slow, dispersing numb; love’s phantom limb, her necrotic thumbs lost grip and threw out scissors. Rock crushes four knuckles in two fingers and then tells her to…
When I was 14, I moved to Boynton Beach, FL, to live with my older brother. One day at the beach, I was waist-deep jumping waves with a new friend…
My mother was estranged for years when I received a text message from her husband that she had stage-four lung cancer. Over this lifetime, she and I had our ups…
I took a day trip in Ohio that ended at the Newark Earthworks. Sorry about the wind, but I appreciate you sharing “Cyclops” by Margaret Atwood with me today.
Enjoy this little love poem I wrote for a spark. I hope he gets all the way in. He is hot water eroding my stone, washing my specks over the…
Are we the alchemy of your stones, blood, and sonorous sorcery? Or are we sixteen strands of your hair wound and nine-knotted around the wish-imbued paper I set ablaze in…
Did you get my letter, its heart-stickered envelope with no return address? Did it arrive? Did you take it inside? Did you guess? When you pulled out the yellow page…