all. ways. when i am afraid, there’s a flood in my hands. i use a moment to adjust the tulip in my tongue so my words may look at you differently. and when I write, it’s so that you and these poems have a lot to talk about. last night, there was an evening in […]

call chore how we’ve come to learn poetry as pain. as violence. as injury. a place to tuck our stalding. an open house. to rent. to vent. a place where we find our exile. and love our lack. and admire our wounds. and start our own fires. and consume ourselves. and it begins with Confucius. […]

We don’t deserve to be here the story of creation screams how calm nature was before the making of a man who ruins everything he meets. felling of trees, poaching improperly trashing dirt, inconveniencing the habitat of nature that we met here. gaslighting the fragile, guilt-tripping the innocent, frustrating to depression, being a cause of […]

I don’t need to understand. Beyond being kissed And kissing others My eyes blinked My ears tingle, The drums played in my stomach. Confused between doing the tango or the sabada, As I receive kisses of a life time, From the sweet to the swift., So I too kissed myself, For a job well done, […]

rum, boogie and water it’s true that on some days I forget how a poem should look like and write with my eyes rather than my head, as long as I’ve written; it’s fine. this is one they cannot decline, an ode to those that are dead, they are now without an ally, can no […]

I just want to live sometimes, looking to go left when everyone else goes right is just a sign of foolishness. on the right, there are rites and lights to guide one onto worthy paths if one is willing to ignore the skies and remember gravity – rise, fall, rise. Tomorrow, I won’t be classified […]

Lover this one thing will be funny always that like a dog, I keep throwing up, saying things that hurt me, once I swear I’ll never do again and you- I keep running back to like a junkie without a penny. don’t fix me, I’ll miss you give me a little of you every now […]

and now we’ve met but shan’t i speak of him as though a friend wanting to be noticed, who woos me all through life- but i, elusive yet to this hand of friendship. the fire at the local store before i arrived the crash at barn after i left the ocean that threw me up […]

what image show thy face, dear God. not in Adam not in Eve. not in the way you forgive man. beyond that ink we were told Veronica painted, come out tainted and then untainted. do something, man. quit with apparitions. remove transmogrification. do not speak through any wire. appear here and show precisely whose image […]