Poetry

Speakfeel Razor branches, pointed-forked roots stretch centrifugal jabs against middle surface Sources swallowed in the lightless void Cancelled fugitives incubated in pure motion, rejecting sides, all allowed Only restored through leaves and petals avid for translucency Shining to meet the ...

Fluttering with your butterflies The room is vast and empty, with only she facing the tall glass; standing she teases her hair once more; peace seems to surround her. Still then, she wonders as she dives into her own soul, ...

Heave of waves rushing toward shore, vast pulse of the sea, thickening, as mermaids hiss and murmur and seaweeds strangle themselves. Body of water, stupendous oceanic heft suspending me above my desire to drown here among broken shells. Massiveness lifting ...

Small Packages - By Gil Hoy I’d like to drink up the Universe from a can of Diet Coke, bought from my ancestors’ most virtuous moments. With no deposit required--can’t be returned without your consent, a secret label on the ...

Carnival That peacock opulence, Swarming on strutting grime; That massed ecstasy, squeezing itself, Short-breathed, near suffocation; That sound-abandonment, seeming to plunge To deafness’s peace; Yet keeping those maimed faculties alive, Ever denying their last fulfilment. Maybe it’s only I and ...

Shaping the Internal Of course it's about the words… their weight, their meaning. Stringing them, placing them, cutting them. Wielding them with passion, fury, and sometimes… regret. With careful measure given to every syllable, every pause. For words are both weapon and ...

when they are gone, mourn them as you knew them soluble as the elements they were- water soil fire air. sat at the bar in smoke whiskey pint- slow craic drifting in out of banter in stories someone's laughter turning ...

In Crowd I discover in myself this startling desire to fit in. As if I am some teenager in an afterschool special or training video.  Listen, honey, don’t worry about those other kids. I am now looking for a new ...

Dead, a Viking walked over the Rainbow Bridge. If he (and it always seemed to be a he) died in battle, then he had a 50% chance of going to Valhalla, ruled by Odin, for drinks. The other half went ...

At a Party I spoke with two people at the party Saturday. A young police officer, short-haired, fit, chiseled face who had two young children. He felt constrained by the law, without discretion to question mopes (perps) aggressively or to ...