Publication Credits

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

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


wrapped tight
into your frame
sweet-soul-bird feather shed

pecks my neck slowly

"And you are being so,"

< kind > and < nice >
my mind talks in circles

circles and circles

and "oh..."

contract < consume > 

for the love of God!
even though I'm pretty sure there isn't one at the moment


< would you fucking please already!! >

just the smallest scrape of match
barely a whispered tongue blaze
this whole place 
is about to go up in flames

Sunday, February 19, 2012

When I loved

Love is overrated

sit you ate

crave the chase
flooding faster

give me face
bait the master

to pull sate

x-tra, x-tra rated

the very way I hated

when I loved

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


flashes of stark raving vulnerability
pulse through my plastic view-finder

face in warm sunlight, I see
delicate inter-twists of faith
weave through random frames,
someone touches me and they are

good god, oh, so beautiful

and my bumbling turbulent social intercourse
makes for good-hearted track laughter
all coming

at the expense
of a tender outreach

this bird's existence
is no longer
the ugly butt of a beautiful joke

the click-click of the view-finder's whisper glimpse -

a future glow, 
caterpillars and butterflies,
click click

my self 
now reaching, making something 
beautiful become of

click click