Recipe for Heart
There are endless books about the anatomy of the heart but not a one that tells you how to cook it. How to cut out a heart and eat it? A rabbit heart, a deer heart, bison heart, or hey, even a human...
View ArticleSticking to the Guns
I said I wouldn’t write a love poem especially not one for you There’s not enough content for one anyway. Not the first time that I met you with sweat dripping down your brow and how you wouldn’t let...
View ArticleGifts of Life
I once heard about a dog near death his owners granted his last wish for cheeseburgers He lay, unmoving on the floor hadn’t moved for days they sat around to say their goodbyes and cry and hug an to...
View ArticleBats Bats Batties
Let’s talk about those creatures who are the darkness, who are the night. Who are they? Bats. Bats, those tiny palm-fulls of fur in flight. Those big eyes and noses that glisten like they’re glazed...
View ArticleWitching Hour
Midnight the witching hour and here I am magicless but for the blood magic of moon and menses yet still I strive to remember the chants from long ago when witches were a dime a dozen and mere mortals...
View ArticleReasons I Can’t
Tongue tied Finger cramped Brain dead Let me count all the ways I can forget what you said Toe twisted Lung frozen Eye burned I won’t help any more with your petty concerns
View ArticleLOVE
L Is for the laughter that you stole O Is where your oath exposed it’s holes V Has varied verily though remains incendiary and E Is where such elation depreciates from high inflation LOVE is such a...
View ArticleDreams Escape Me
S Is for the stars I long to see L Is for the longing I have for dreams E Is for the east that beckons so beguilingl- E and P is for the people who forwent sleep but soon must crumple Oh Sleep is...
View ArticleDreamscapes
The stages for my dreams are sometimes unfamiliar, but mostly places that I know. A flood plain by an old bike path, a bus route I used to take, a bus depot I used to frequent, my grandma’s house, my...
View ArticleThe Last One
The tides are in the midst of turning. Fog is low and heavy over the hills. The owl is half done whoooo-hoooing and the mission that I had is done. Soon, the earth will rotate again; currently is...
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