I Am Not Adam

He said let there be light             the light was good. He said let there be life             this life was good. He said let there be a man             and He called him Adam                         and he was good. He then looked at Adam             he was very alone. He said for the first […]

His Siren Song

I think he is made of water. A spirit from the deep.The flawless, tight, muscles of his backbuilt from long nights, and countless laps. He was shy, but his body was not. Nor should it be.Liquid wood framed his being, a carvedmaster work, waterlogged as if eternally        adrift. I am eating a sweet tangerine […]

You Made Plans

So, I combed my hairwith a blue combjust so you could ruffleit up and-             You left me on read…? I put on a freshnew black shirtjust so you could stripit off, but now-             You weren’t into the conversation…? I look nice and youdon’t plan onchangingthat. Now-             You aren’t going to text me […]

A New Kind of Battle

I recede my quaking flesh from wartime. There is a new kind of battle, where something thrives outside the passion, yet so close it hears the cannons.      They sound in my ear when car doors close. Here I am safe, here I am lucky— Yet we would all like to sleep among the unidentified.

We Saw Our Dust

(After Alice Major’s ‘Dust to Dust’) A sliver of silver in mindsparks of rousing commotion and noiseon every neuron. Much of it is me—              I’m thinking—many million bolts of thought processed,a lifetime experienced ina minute. There’s so much to thinkand do. But this be my time.      We’ve caught up.Regret, peace, passion, and fun.And we […]

You Do You

 LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE! Takes a shot of tequila YOU DO YOU!Shots in rife You Due You!  Hungover in English Live You’re Best Life!  Caught with the boo Live your best life…Ten shots later You do you…Left by the wife you do you…Now left with naught lived my best life…                                                      all’s left to do                                                [Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK […]

These Stones

A seven-foot sandstone wall holds backa small garden. The wall is a monument, cut from an older wall for whichthe multicolor stones; black, brown, and grey,were originally quarried. I gave it a chance,heaving my foot to scale it. I lay there for the night, waiting for your call, lookingup at the branches of a papery […]

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