Category Archives: poetry

I sit twisted on a keyboard wondering why what there is to say sits in my glass staring back at porous retinae reaching out. That’s too long. The fistful of spectating truth attends shortly. Not enough room in the day, … Continue reading →

[verse 1]In circles she goeswhere sunshine flowsthe dust in the air shows howdancing is unfrozenswirling on warm toes. [verse 2]The music she hearsdoes not like earsher hands gather up blue starsletting them loose tearsholes in the dark upstairs. [chorus]It feels … Continue reading →

[A]Stop go stop no don’t say please.Since the sun sunk all bets are off.Tempt me to be a teaser,liar like a man with no reason.Clear the way for gently clearing my way.Where’s your heart?Say I can I take part? [B]Where … Continue reading →

Three times I tried to wake up  the fourth time you were there shaking me by the shoulder  saying it’s all right, all right.  Spent half my life cooking  spent the other half eating  another half cleaning it all up … Continue reading →

Why can I not format my poetry? Why do the fucking silicon gods of the internet insist that I am incompetent? Why will the formatting that I create for songs, for poems for anything – jokes or bitching about AI … Continue reading →

[verse 1] Used to be able to do     every grand and simple job. Whatever it was I took it.     I finished it off  From darkness into light     from idea to the real  world, and nothing stopped    … Continue reading →

The color of war is muddy reduniforms dyed in faithful blood. A bomb dropped out of a gray skyit said to the survivors, Don’t try. The axe of a moon fell on the earthand chopped every dream worth anything. A … Continue reading →

The color of war is muddy reduniforms dyed in faithful blood. A bomb dropped out of a gray skyit said to the survivors, Don’t try. The axe of a moon fell on the earthand chopped every dream worth anything. A … Continue reading →

What comes to me comes to mefrom lessons taught and learnedin glowing quiet and waitingI realized revelatorilylike in a tattoo of disappointmentsmy emotions are not mine. I borrow them like burned fingerslike at ten when I played the candle game.Orange … Continue reading →

The day I met you waswatery almost all tearsof directionlessness becausethe sun stood in stilllessness.It took the circular shape ofemergent will. I said hell. Amazed and impromptualong the edge of imaginationthe grand canyon of hunchesbefore I knew youbefore that visage … Continue reading →