Beneath the Ceiling
Poem There was a whisper Then the words sprung forth with a roar that matched the terrors of my heart As the icicles melted into springtime And the clock’s hands continued turning There...
Tagged: rebellion
Ladies Man
Sexual Poem Hi. I’m Mike. I like to masturbate over babes with shaved havens and penetrate them to the sound of their hymens breaking. I’m shy and lazy, but try to make time...
Sands of My Broken Timing Glass: Reprise
Poem And what I saw were mistakes that a child makes with her entire fragile frame of mind, seeing nothing but the sands of time as she races to finish her self-steepened climb....
2 Poems On Identity
Poems on Identity Codeine Identity Crisis What shall I call myself? Perhaps I am a blessing distributed drip by drip by drip to cozied cups clutched within infinitely curling fingers. Or better yet I...
The Pacific Design Center
Place Poem A man fell to his death. “Likely suicide,” they said, as if he tripped, dropped off eleven floors by accident or saw his widow place her hands over her ears to...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 37
Serial Fiction Novel By the time he passed these thoughts between his ears he was on the station platform waiting for the train. Waiting is something he was not used to. He had lived...
Sidewalk Blessings
One day at a time One word at a time One moment to the next One moment better than the rest One time to make it work One time to make it last One...
First Agape
Haibun Poetry I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels. And listened to their vroom. Feeling that presence that even now I can’t name. plop...
Via Mirrors
Wait That thing is still there And your hair is askew And your eyes are too close And you sure do look tired Muss your hair Well that didn’t fix anything You look less...
