Alone Cold is the night Lonely silence until she hums music Sweet songs in her head Humming hymns and strumming chords of her favorite songs Fingers playing music Pressing hot reflections of a time gone by A door slams somewhere far away Footsteps fade away No sound but her humming She Alone again Shivers inContinue reading Cold Is the Night [poetry]
Night Falls Swiftly [poetry]
Night falls swiftly on us— It is the secret bits of life to do yourself the way you do— A flash in the sinking sun, Ten thousand years rebounded, Vibrations— It is hell. Wild you are but ripe for life In the gray and raging glee— Nobody likes to die, but it is evening hereContinue reading Night Falls Swiftly [poetry]
Eventide [fiction]
It was eventide over their heads, like old bourbon in a brandy glass, straight up. They came shyly as mosquitoes near still water, their flashlights adrift over dark girls in secret boxes. Their nights belonged to the wind. The lake loved Sarah in secret. In her canoe, she was an enigma from the shore, carvedContinue reading Eventide [fiction]
Passing [poetry]
Sunday mirrored light of a hot sun reflecting off of brick buildings and parkways where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree, fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face, happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch her go.Continue reading Passing [poetry]
War and Rain [poetry]
War and rain are long; our patience is gone and burns much faster in the zone. War and rain are long; our broken bones and lullabies char the path to your home where your war torn love bears a daily weight for years alone. War and rain are mean; their dirty green and red areContinue reading War and Rain [poetry]
Differences [poetry]
You are full brazen; Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand; You call attention to her snug rounded smooth firm thighs, But you take her breasts in hand instead. Seductive anticipation, You promise her the taste of fried chicken skin; And so her mouth waters all woman— Course and raspy pudding under foot. ButContinue reading Differences [poetry]
Seduction [poetry]
Today at market, shopkeepers showcased brand-new cars and seduced nearsighted and potbellied old men with promises to stop their loneliness. The promises were offers of a future spent speeding on swift wheels. And so shiny chrome kissed the old men and sent them dreaming behind leather-bound steering wheels, the smooth bellies of animal skin seatsContinue reading Seduction [poetry]
