A poem about intimacy.
Chipping Away
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The Haunted Man
In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man
Illustrating a Poetry Volume
I'm currently working on illustrations for a poetry volume I intend to self-publish. The collection will largely feature pieces that qualify as "previously published" that I have compiled from the past eleven years of posting poetry online as well as many others that have never been shared before. Below are samples of the sketches I've … Continue reading Illustrating a Poetry Volume
“Your Favorites” – Day 30 of National Poetry Month
Dryer balls and midnight tea, Organic soaps, our indoor tree, 12 grain and seed bread (sugar free), I never thought this way. Now wind chime shells and flat sole shoes, And plans for Fifth Element tattoos, And where we’ll take that couple’s cruise When nothing’s in our way, Like busy bees who hate to roam, … Continue reading “Your Favorites” – Day 30 of National Poetry Month
“Habits” – Day 24 of National Poetry Month
Tomorrow is another day To lose the war another way To flub the words you’d like to say To fail again and run away To think your thoughts are all cliche To hate the game, refuse to play To learn your hairs are turning gray To hide the face you won’t display To sleep in … Continue reading “Habits” – Day 24 of National Poetry Month
“Effort” – Day 21 of National Poetry Month
I thank I thank Everyone For everything I thank I thank Everyone For everything I thank For everyone Everything One thing Every thank I thank I thank Everything April 21st, 2019
“Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month
With the spring night cooling, I clench my bedtime glass of water. I am sitting up, hours from wonderland In the soft glow of a Himalayan salt lamp, A harem of ionized kisses in the otherwise dark, Waiting for blackout. With the storm winds settling, I close the bedroom window; There’s nothing left to watch … Continue reading “Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month
“Villanelle of Career Choice” – Day 16 of National Poetry Month
The circus took me in and gave me bread. They stashed me in the dining car And taught me how to work and where to lay my head. I took in every word they said But found it so bizarre: The circus took me in and gave me bread. My family, if they cared, assumed … Continue reading “Villanelle of Career Choice” – Day 16 of National Poetry Month
In July 2018
I need to learn the lesson that not everything gets a story. Sometimes, often times, a productive day of writing more than twelve hundred words will mean none of those words are meant for anything - just ramblings, vignettes, journal entries. Not every day's victories can be celebrated with progress on a map. Some accomplishments … Continue reading In July 2018
The Monster Under the Stairs
Under the stairs lives a fat, fluffy monster With long fingernails he’s embarrassed not to have trimmed. He comes out at night, sniffing the ground like a bloodhound Because his nose is so large and misshapen that he prefers to keep it low and out of your face. He stays under the stairs all … Continue reading The Monster Under the Stairs
The Favoring Wind 