Today
low hum
door slam
clickclack
nothing.
Category 365 Collection
This Way Or That
standing
there - patiently -
as if amused
that the fire
could spread
this way
or that
She will sing you to sleep
When you wake there are harsh syllables to grab at you, yell, threaten!
On Death and Living
it calmed me to have
the bridge
of my nose
stroked gently with the pad of her index finger
Vegetable Archive
julienning my hands, trying to
pickle nineteen-years-old among
white malt and “what’s your major again?”
Where the Next Meal Is
What if her tribe erupts into legions that gorge upon my meager silk and cotton garden?
Put me in the poem
suspended on a spider’s web
Before We Shipped Out
we were to write a code-word, something easy to remember
Writer’s Dilemma
save yourself, move
to the margins, just
leave the screen
Curiosity
after swallowing exclamation points
that might have made life better.