Publication Credits

BROKEN GLASS - - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Saturday, January 29, 2011


my self considers
consistent truth,
stagger to me,
notably imperfect, finding
it can sometimes be
a struggle to grow.
my second self
keeps whispering,
pillow-talking that mouse
in me,
oh she, that me
is so tired of hurting,
being too shy,
too sad to cry,
begs me to breathe,
run a finger slowly down
the smallest vein in my brain
just to feel, inhale deep.

and I say yeah,

then choke on the very first try,
might be the first laugh in
a thought shouldered close,
what I'm standing outside of
is so much bigger than I.
life thunders desire
to seek, pursue,
the unfair taking pause
in my venting to you,
no cold-water-toe-test,
it's try and try,
climb and dive deep,
splash vivid color into
rush hour sleep,
this, my "only" life,
inspired need,
to caution the ugly, to
leave me be,
summon beautiful vivacity,
jump high off the edge, scream,
ok, let's go,

"come get me!"

Word of the Day Series

Thursday, January 20, 2011


smells like green
almost there,
light, pristine

painted valley
unsure one
amateur bleeds
stroke unspun

virgin artist
awkward soul
licks the fruit
rips the bowl

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Saturday, January 8, 2011


she walks like lava,
Poiseidon's water, cools
her crimson heat

glides smoothly by to
kiss your mouth, taste
fire, molten sweet

good-bye whispers,
abyssal plains chain
nixie, ocean jewel

sun sets fire on
fever waves, pillowed
ashes, breathless, cruel

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you shared all of
your favorite toys,

best pal
toes touching, sand sifting,
heads bent hot
smell of salt-sting
bury the sea

you filled out before me
showed me, told me, taught me
and we laughed

your hand always had my back
holding me up
reaching around
hooking through
brushing off
a hair
a bug

"It'll be ok, honey"
you would say,
"It'll all be ok."

I still wonder what you saw
if you knew

that you saved me

wonder sometimes if
I used it all up,
all of your


classic and tender,
accepted instantly, my quirky,
uncooked freedom heart,
you just wanted me,
to love


my hope is to grow,
to engage fate,
every single memory,
paying homage to
my beautiful friend

whose voice, I still
hear speaking
now and then

To anyone who might have a friend they'd still, gladly drink Kool-aide with.
Word of the Day Series

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


noetic, meditate

feels good to
shine on the moon,
fuel a sober,
cognitive mood

pain is expensive
you can find
prescriptive ink
museful, make yourself

or tramp on logic,
rip a tree down,
bleed into pages

poetic, medicate

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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Cool Blue

cool blue
fades into

soft steps
ignite new

dreams chased
tried halfway

stark chores
voided play

hue breaks
enters grey

finds light
suffered through

cool blue
 faded   you


the world is tilted
all fucked up
on its ass, oh yes
sorry, yes I know

a x i s

would someone mind?

just reach around
tip the boot
make down under come up
just a little bit

teeter totter
uprighted, absolute
universal Gods
might then work together

would someone mind?

I want rainbows inside
of tornados painting
pieces of sky..


my heart is tilted
all fucked up
on it's


Word of the Day Series

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Light of Day

Red slivers drive pale skin
down deep
a hard reach
spoiled sleep

Pillowcases saturated
cast about
breathe out

Wretched Effigy

Baneful predator, beast beset
rips through her fast
without breath or regret
pupils dried, dilate, contrast
gone, her cherry colored past

hard nosed bitch, blue, she grins
bruised with spite
infected sins
dine on smoke
chokes back a tear
this wretched effigy
cracked the mirror