She’s standing, lostin the middle of the street.I’ve seen that expression on a face before.I know what it means. She just wants to go home-wherever that is. She wants to be at the placewhere no one needs proof of life-proof … Continue reading
You don’t have to fight anymore.The chips have finally fallen in your favour;those who matter believe you;the dog days left town last night on horseback. Lay your weapons down;call a truce;make some friends.Put your best smile back on.No one will … Continue reading
I’m on a trip with We Have Been Given Life, Cause of Joy and God is With Us. So far it’s been all jokes and safe travels, with the wind chanting the meanings of our names to remind fate to … Continue reading
I do not write; I am a prospector.I mine the alphabetas I make reflections of our faces.But these portraits are lopsided.They didn’t get the angle quite rightwhen they mounted us on the walls.The images are crooked.They are only my perspective. … Continue reading
She’s pulling syllables out of his stomachwith the help of a double-edged tongue.The bottom of the barrel is here.And it is not sugar-coated,polite or cultured.That renegade is unhinged, borderline rude,too right.No one wants to hear it.They don’t want to hear … Continue reading
Settling into a comfy chair at an outside café, a note the waiter had missed blew across the table. It read, because human relationships are for the weak, and yet another definition of limbo. I wished I had met this … Continue reading
Not all writers start wars. Some gather shards of peace,piece them together with gold-coloured glue,serenade giantsso that the world doesn’t end too soon. Some are prophetsto keep brooding philosophers companyand conspiracy theorists from feelingthey’ve gone certifiable.They also describe our individual … Continue reading
Living doesn’t have to be 1918to make a dark poet.It happens graduallyas when a fussy child falls asleep.At first,you think it will never happenand you wonder what people out thereare doing that it should ever get to that point.Then seconds … Continue reading
How does one writeabout good things, good times, good people? Do you set the good upon a pedestal and shine a bright,exaggerating light on themso that some poetry can finallydiffuse from all that brilliance? Do you invent themif only everything … Continue reading
