Poetry

Dinner

My cat won’t eat alone. I too prefer company when using the sharpened ends of my bones to turn someone else’s body into my body.  So I sit on the floor with my ...

July 4

glass bottles lining the refrigerator / ready to go off / like fireworks / their contents / staining the little hands full of / plastic jewels / found in the ...

Small Talk

Listen, just in case, In case what? In case there should be, in case tragedy What kind? In case volcano, in case earthquake, in case fire Where? When? ...

Ceridwen

He becomes poet who passes through my crooked stem   mere conduit for male genius   I hound, otter, hawk, hen before I taste him   Had I known...

Stilleven

A painting is a permanent present tense, an app that does one thing, & one thing, lonely. Scroll down. There's the gallery floor, glowing. There's ...