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morning poems don’t rhyme have no meter are untitled have only good intentions Hell’s cobblestones, eh? I cobble them together in the frail light grasping in the mist til my sleeves are soaked wrassling with an angel in last night’s dream castles in the sky that I can’t get back in discontiguous scenes disassociated bodies […]

I, Future Dead Optimist

Dear Me! How different is the meaning of that phrase whether it ends with a comma or an exclamation point. I don’t mean to be (archaicly) over-dramatic, but I would not have this mistaken for a letter. It has no recipient. These are words from a voice floating through the stars, disembodied from celestial bodies. […]

Book Burning

My inner light has broken free! Its radiance hissed through the cracks in my terracotta doubt drew great breaths of fresh oxygen and burst into holy flame wreathed in phoenix feathers, a beacon of what can be, my outer eyes are blinded. Long accustomed to the darkness that cloaked my younger selves my greatest fear […]

Honest Work

Our country was formed by Puritans, a group that had an understanding of the value of hard work…and that is putting it mildly. Their religious zeal was powerful enough that today hard work is still an integral part of the American ethic—if such a diverse and multifaceted country can be generalized to have one overarching […]

No More Snowball Fights

On cold nights as a child in long socks twisting shifting white clouds of lung warmed breath played in my eyes, danced through my mind, told a thousand stories against black velvet. Now i sit by the fire shivering and ignore the flames

The Lonesome Wolf

“You never heard the story of the lonesome wolf?” The man shifted his weight on the cold cement bench, his old worn pants rasping like a snake slithering over dry sand. None of the other men moved a muscle, though their eyes darted around like mice running for cover. He stretched his neck, rolling his […]