POETRY AIN’T FIXING ME

by June 7, 2024 0 comments

I want the words on candy wrappers to taste like chocolate and cashews. I want the words on beer cans to help me wobble through the kitchen at sunrise. There’s a dark cane bootleg in my voice. It’s cheap and cold, and it whispers to smoke. I want some words left in my mind when I sober up, so I …

BOARDING SCHOOL

by June 6, 2024 0 comments

It’s been a long day like pounding food spikes into the roots of chancy saplings with a dull hammer, tossing down subjects and predicates of time and space, adverbs of cause and effect, rescuing a student from the swamp of a plotless book. I trace corridors of shut doors, open rooms oozing dirty laundry. My respite is a housemother’s photo …

in the kitchen

by June 5, 2024 0 comments

she said i don’t think everybody who hits rock bottom winds up in therapy. i know they say you have to hit rock bottom but— and i was about to say, well, it’s not about the percent who climb from rock bottom to therapy but that many in therapy come from rock bottom that is, hit a low-low-sad-sad-blues point of …

Let’s Pretend

by June 4, 2024 0 comments

Let’s pretend nothing is wrong our bills are paid the market’s strong the barn is full the wheat is up the kids are healthy and wonderful the corn is tall there is no lead in the paint on our walls there’s a pair of beach chairs sitting on that faraway shore waiting for us on this day let’s pretend it’s …

Phantasmal Realms

by June 3, 2024 0 comments

Phantasmal realms are seen on high as seeming ghosts that death defy, galactical in cosmic ways while visioned in a spectral haze, unwilling still to bid goodbye. ‘Midst earthly days we live and die immersed in pains and pleasures nigh as inwardly we tend to praise phantasmal realms. Yet deep within some may descry in lieu of insubstantial sky or …

BLUE FATIGUE

by June 2, 2024 0 comments

gazing from windows onto the back yard swamp. The sun tickles in and winter has grown bright and warm. The throb is my lost energy.

Before You Were a Whisper…

Before you were a whisper in the wind I danced. It was I who shaped the clouds That escaped the sun. Who sang like the Thrill of a bird set free. I danced and sang and blew kisses to The sky as my spirit washed in the Sea waves. The wonder of life gleamed On my skin warmed by the …

Lovely

by May 31, 2024 0 comments

First when I had heard this word I’m sure it wasn’t the first day for me. The first girl, always a sombre evening full of aspects, a shadow broken on your forehead, indigo graphs parting, a false bridge and an unpredictable curious river leaving onto two sides. All I now sense was all sands, fuzzed up, crepuscular. So good. And …

NO COMMENT

by May 30, 2024 0 comments

Mr. Duarte has threatened more than once A trot through the work place in a thong Jane says he’ll do it She’s worked with him for years So imagine my surprise Seeing a pair of unclaimed underwear at his workstation He’s not talking

PROGRESS OF THE OGRESS

by May 29, 2024 0 comments

The Ogress of Progress visits me in a dream. Offers to buy my house for the promise of unlimited licks at her O-ring. I decline the privilege. She tells it to the Marines. A company that night kick down my door. Bomb the carpet. One of their special agents sprays me green. They are fogging the rooms, when out the …