On Writing

Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream

Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream The old victorian houseis perfectly ricketycontent in the stateof itself shifted andunevened over time In the streets around herpanic – human mayhemworse than termites in woodor bees behind a wallyet the same in theirbuzzing destructionto exist In the sky – translucentblack orbs floating toconcrete and mudthe stepping out ofholograms… Continue reading Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream

On Writing

Poem 9: Orbit

Orbit for Miller There is noseparationbetweena sun and her rays I orbit the planet familyfour humans two caninesfood shelter waterbooks film art When I wrap myselfaround her shiningtickle her wristsmell her skinI tell herI hope big love greetsyou every morningIt will she says it will In this orbitI am curled indevotedsmallyet each breath inis a… Continue reading Poem 9: Orbit

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Do You Know How Many Socks?

Do you know how many socks I walk by? There’s one in the hallwayhalf-full of someone’s ghost footcurled in an awkward twist against the air return grate. Another, thinned from beinggripped and stretched between the dog’s teeth, lays like a jazzsinger over a piano, except the piano in this case is a dog bonepurple and orange, seconded constantly by… Continue reading Do You Know How Many Socks?

Poetry · Writing Life

For me, this has been a time of…#morningcoffeesessions

living things for me this has been a time of gentle consistent denial desperate powerful pushing A W A Y of hailstorms each icy ping of virus-fact rain smacking tender parts of me the side of my neck the under of my armpit the dimples above my bum cold awakenings jolt my emotions into hyperdrive… Continue reading For me, this has been a time of…#morningcoffeesessions