Category: Poetry

Tuesday tries tenaciously to take trips to Thursday but today triumphantly tackles the transportation of time. Taking tomorrow’s trials to task, the tender tick- tocking turns toward tragedy.

Three were light green, one was red, and the last one was bright yellow. They were all different shapes and sizes. Around the red plastic cone they huddle together, gravity keeping them close. They glisten with moisture and I see the indentations that have collected the wetness as if it were a prize. The white …

I slip inside two in a sitting, and feel the tightness engulf me touch me in all the right places. Conforming to my flesh and encasing me entirely. I like it best before they are worn out, before they cannot grip like fresh ones. I need them tight and untouched fresh from the drawer I …

It falls from the late, grey winter sky, first a few drops, then finally in sheets. The rain falls, relentlessly, for days on end with all too brief pauses, just long enough for a lone cat caught under the car to be driven back to the safety beneath a house. There are people caught in …

I was drinking, not the drunk that I usually am, not quite anyway, when I heard a voice. It was present in a way that I had never felt, as if it were coming from me and not from me at the same time, almost as if it were the very air around me. The …

The train called to him. As it sped by, it seemed    to invite his company. It’s metal boxes and    grinding wheels. It had an origin    and a destination. There was substance    to this locomotive, traveling    a well worn path. It stretched for miles    but it traveled its    journey in solitude. He ached to be this …

Do you remember how it all began? You were lost and beaten down by the ghosts of lost loves, I held you on those cold nights. I whispered to you of strength, the power that you held inside but were afraid to embrace, I showed you how strong you could be, I held you until …

flicker         flicker flicker         flicker tiny                tiny         flame so quick to burn so quick to die flicker         flicker tiny, tiny flame your death casting darkness where I could once see flicker         flicker wax spilling down, time lost watching you flicker        flicker        flicker your death marks the hour, the darkness rushing in to celebrate your demise

i imagine that suicide tastes like your lips the lips i used to love touching my flesh i want to cut them from your face and wash the suicide from my mind the passion that filled my soul has boiled the steam has cooked my mind and turned my love to so much mush i …

Together they stopped, setting bottle of wine on the rail she said “don’t let me fall” as she danced in the moonlight, hair spinning, her feet flew and her body turned without fail and without pause she raised her arms to the stars out of sight. Performing the sacred ritual of dance, her eyes were …