Living MementosKnotted bonsai barkentwined with mementos--lovers branching out.
Chamomile TeaPhantoms steamover fresh chamomile--stories lost to time.
Catching WishesYoutalkto thestars like theyknow what you're saying,but I think you've forgotten thestars cannot hear--all your wishes get caught by the moon.
Marlboro WishesI watch pebbles send ripples dancingacross the half-congealed sludgeof a gas puddle left behindby a nondescript driverin a badly painted pickuppicking cigarette butts out of the ashtraysin this abandoned parking lot.You study me with steady eyesover horn-rimmed glassesand lips lined a working-girl red;in a fit of inspiration,I let the puddle settleand tell youI've been skipping wishesacross the aurora borealishoping for a break.Before you drive away,taillights red beneath a red light,you strike a match across the dashand hold it to your Marlboro Red.Take a drag, working girl,and leave it still-smoking for me.
Hoarfrost Hope (DFC 2015)Hoarfrost feathers across purple petals;Mother Nature threads drops ofdew like hope on a string.
Heart Lines (DFC 2015)I keep heart sparks in glass jars,a bloom of light meant to calm.In the deep dark-- match struck true--hope burns in lines down my palm.
He Came to Me in the Grocery StoreAt the end of aisle thirteensurrounded by tin foil, saran wrap, parchment paperand Ziploc bags--everything requiredto make a life filled to burstingwith overdue student loan billsand bimonthly paychecksthat can't be savedjust a little easier to handle--he appeared."What are you doing here?"I asked him,the floor beneath my kneescold and unyieldingthrough denim jeans."Tell your mom hello,"he replied instead,smiling,and then I blinkedand he must have walked away,though I could almost swearhe faded out.When I opened my eyes,the alarm was ringingand the husband was asleepby my side."Hi, grandpa,"I thoughtas I drug myself from warm covers and a heavy arm."You look good."
Shedding PoetryYou stuffed the pagesfrom your favorite booksinto the cracks of your walls,dialoguesand climaxesand epiloguesbeating back the chillof a black-and-white world.When I peeled back the paint,fistfulsof happily-ever-aftersand tragic goodbyesfell into my lap,a tidal wave of emotionsyou strove to shedfrom your fingertipslike poetry.
swan diveserpent eyes, you stair-step the ladder of my spinewith parched lips and whispered treasures,weaving an enchantment measureddeep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,your breath a gasping, breaking me inwith a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,walking promises like dogs pulling at the leashavoiding the corner fire hydrants because that's where the town meetsto swap gossip like spitand you can't stand to let your secrets slipso they pool instead at the cornersof your poison-chapped lipswhen i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,catch your heart as it drops,jot your number on scrap paper,drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'roundtelling you i risked it all to find myself,a paralyzed swan diving from high spaceson a dare to feel everything except broken...but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything
Pastel MountainsA pastel sunrisestretches over Heart Mountainreflected across fresh snow;a rainbow trappedin a mirror of dew.
elevenyou don't seem brokenuntil after you've splinteredand someone elsemeticulously pieces you back together
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,threads of purple clouds unravelacross a flaming sunrise.
Six Word StoryIn seconds, he destroyed four childhoods.
En GardeShe held her weapon of choice steadily. Using the sharp tool she began to bleed out. She bled and bled until she could bleed no more. Her weapon of choice- a fountain pen, and, with it, she bled out her heart and soul onto endless sheets of zinc white paper.
Sky PebblesThe sky,a sloped portrait,grazes the horizon;shooting stars skip past Scorpio's tail,laughing.
Deep Sea DivingA distant red dwarf--the scales of a koi flashingthrough an oil-spill sky.
Swamp SkinDry alligatorscrinkle beneath heavy shoes;a dead leaf's playground.
Autumn FlamesDew drops on Augustleaves; a fire of autumnon weeping branches.
HaikuWriMo1Church spire, stretching,weds the moon.2Slate skyand a heavy heat;collapsing.3Embroidered stars—celestial needlework.4Fairy wrens:steeds of elven knights,armoured all in blue.5Raindrops—wet wings,startled honeybee.6Huntsmanupon orange glass:a specimen, fossilisedin amber.7Scarred grape,veined in gold—kintsugi.8White blossoms,fallen like snowdrops.9Eagle in flight,great wings cradlingthe half-moon.10Pastel sun,peeking from a soft,smoky grey duvet.11The world settles;the heavens awaken—storm.12Black swans:two arrows in tandem.13Mirror-verse—sunset’s reflection,river-bound.14The yellow of anold book:crinkled paper moon.15Tangled in old web—a spider, noosed.16Rough brushstrokesof a smudged landscape:Impressionism.17Giant’s treasure:pot of molten goldspilledalong the treetops.18Raindropslike gemstones,flinging light.
How to tell if you're dyingCheck heart for freezer burn.
Blasphemy"Heaven has room for gays" -God
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
AscensionAscension Clouds are our purest coping mechanism.
Cheval GlassSip down your gin,saltwater girl,before you drown in disillusion.
Funeral arrangements per the family's request."Don't send flowers. They'll die, too."
Meet The Parentsyour fathers ashesi say 'hello'
Into the NightYou take burning starsout of the palm of my hand,and send them back home.
Ghost TownStreet corner sunrise--fog swirls ghostly patterns ondeserted sidewalks.