Criss-Crossed Curse

Heavier than everything that happened, Nastier, and more lasting in its sting Than anything I have ever personally suffered, Is my sense of betrayal. It lights up when I remember you… Why did you set me up? I know you didn’t mean to. I know you would feel hurt to know this, But the truth […]

THE CRAFT

Let us give them smooth bones By the stones of the sea, The type with a trillion tiny holes, As brittle as can be. Let us give them muscles  By the fibers of the leeks And bend the tips to touch their tails, Connected at the seams. Let us stir the depths of brine, And […]

My Love (IT’S ALIVE)

My love wears no mask. It sprints into the room, Fully nude, beautiful, and proud. It spreads its legs wide, and arches its smooth back. My love is alive. It makes faces at you. It twists and pulls a curled nose into a bubbling hunk of flesh, And stretches banana lips across sharp, angular teeth, […]

WHAT IS (NOT)

She wishes to be touched, But shrinks away from his hand. She longs to feel his passion, but cannot hear his confession. She craves communication, but shares nothing with him. She craves closeness, but she is hurt. So she pulls away. He cannot hold her. He hardly exists. She cannot see him, she can only […]

An Account of LAZARUS MORGAN

Laz was 51 years old, stood exactly 5 feet tall, and always used his indoor voice. Today, as usual, he naturally awoke several minutes before his alarm sounded. With a deep breath, “Oh Boy, Mmkay…”, he tossed off the heavy comforter, and peeled his back away from the sweat-dampened bedsheets. “Umph.” Laz turned to kiss his […]

THE GREAT SUSPICION

Prehostoric Suspicions of accusing Whispers once swarmed the grey beaches of my mind, Leaving no space For the lone truth to crawl out of its burrow In the glistening sands of pulverized neurons. Suspicions lived and died as concrete realities Though they were born phantom lies. Hard, reflective shells, long, slick, Rapier-like spike tails. Christened […]

STRIKE ME

Screaming back to the storm. “I am here.” I AM STILL YOUR SERVANT AND I AM STILL HERE. Muddy water up to your waist, Grandfather, please tell me you did. Grandfather, please tell me you screamed Back to the storm “I AM STILL HERE.” I have to believe you did… I need to believe you stood up. I […]