Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...
Category: Poetry
Robert’s 40th Birthday
Haibun Another red light. We hit nearly every one since leaving the house — late. Mom grimaces. I grind my teeth shut. Mira and Frankie sit quietly at ease. My brother’s 40th birthday pizza...
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
Gothicarus: Part V – Her Lullaby
Serial Poem “Innocence, in a sense, (Lost in heart, lost alone) Innocence, in a sense, Never made me its home. Wise ‘whys’ Revealed damaging truth. Wise ‘whys’ Stole the joy of my youth. Hear,...
Go Away, Spirit of Tonight
Spiritual Poem Go away, Spirit of Tonight, spare me your wisdom, your deep and clear sight. You’re always right, even when you smile you’re here to decide what my fate will look like. You’re...
A Picked Flower
Poem That flower that I picked for you One dark night from the forest floor, Trembling in the wake of a faint, wild tune Had drops of dew clinging to its petals And...
Hearing Our Name
Poem Time is precious, lost time is everywhere Lost friends, lost connections, lost chances We are always struggling to not be left behind The boats keep moving forward And we keep fearing the fall...
Elephants Never Forget
Haibun A bronze elephant statuette rests on four coffee-table books. Its trunk curls up in a bellow to challenge rivals or predators. Another elephant: a plaster-of-Paris statuette from a mold. It rests on the...
Splendor and Filth
My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...
Is It Too Late To Change My Name
Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...
