Poetry

I Have Not Forgotten Fancy Prologue: "Talk about the devil  And show me the angel, Fancy Who doesn't need an anvil  To forge or hammer his fallacies" Chapter One: forgive me; I'm unworthy to lace your fancy shoes, I'm unworthy ...

She Climaxed she starts with a song. suddenly, a dirge too limp with grief, like the skies in Pompeii. it's killed the birds in my heart, ships stagger like a drunk, into the white-blush of maddened waves. the earth popped ...

The Fuse I was hungover, boiling water. the coffee smelled intense as trees falling when I burst the foil, and specked my daylight and made me wrinkle my nose like a rabbit unburrowed in the sand. it was good. I ...

Because   Because of you my heart has hatched its most treasured nerve. I am no longer nagged by the sulphur darkness that carves away the surface from my lungs. Because of you we have two more to join us ...

Communication He handled his language as he fried his eggs: There was tension between the respective softnesses Of his egg and the cooking fat – Dependent on extreme alternation of heat and cold, Confinement in shell melting out of shape ...

Feral     I bend in mourning bending to the loss of someone so familiar - your nurture-needing eyes and a temperament of molten lava whose tone was innocent and unrefined. I see you now in the doorway, flat and ...

Inward Images Your hair hangs thick and tangled over the soft cheek its ridge of bone smoothed by years of smiles the blonde ends brush your nose, glis- ten with perspiration, cover the curve of half your lips so set, ...

Galactic Cannibalism - By Fern G. Z. Carr   Like ninja throwing stars, galactic spirals slice through the vacuum that is space; locked on target, sure of their mission – an astronomical collision in the making, a collision of cataclysmic ...

When I pile up cut tomatoes, red onion, and radishes on top of romaine lettuce, I think of the hands that picked, cleaned, packed, and loaded them on trucks, carried them to cold rooms arranged them on shelves. As I ...

Underwater Ballet In the wistful – drowning; All dreamers hold their breath; Floating balloon Rests full in blister world before the land. Slippery between skin and scales, Drawn throbbing from the gilled; Great tuna from crustaceans postulated, Anemones new-boned; Parallel ...