Category Archives: Poetry

Things you see around here:     seal carcass splayed on a garage floor—   belly sliced open like the pages   of an old book, blood pooled   in Continue Reading →

My life is a series of well-meaning texts, Written with a different connotation. There are very few things that are real anymore, iPhones aren’t real, film cameras are. Good music Continue Reading →

Bone black under flesh Floating, fallingA silence that is only true in dark Whose edges will, dissipateIn slivers of moving skin They burned off your fleshto get to the boneThe pure white Continue Reading →

I am a person of little consequence! My heart rejoices to recall That I am as free as a wildflower, Ever lovely, ever small. I have learned that I am Continue Reading →