Poetry

  Gunsmoke Corralled in Mama’s car for church, scratch paper in our pockets for a showdown of Hangman with my brother, the fragrance of Juicy Fruit wafts out from her open...

  The Lone Transmuter On most days she is soft curled Medusa her locks big animated S-es insistent question marks buoyant ends curving into snake-eyed C-s inky chocolate in the shade haloed red...

  A Cradle of Fire This life. Again and again reliving In my mind A moment in this life When I touched you (As if emerging in a morning To touch the...

  Gabriel Rosenstock’s Tanka Series – 3 1. even when not conscious beloved, of my actions i sought you all along                 made...

  Everything seems like an invitation, even this fever. This dryness, which mocks reflection, this torn skin, through which light won’t pass. But here it is always childhood,...

  Last Night on Earth The very act of waiting makes the case for continuation. Ask the core of some old tree how death and wood collaborate.   On the Floor Take me...

  Oneirology A dream from this morning, a lecture dream. For once, there were no jokes, no digressions or asides, not even one for instance. My...

  The Puppet Weakened by years of being held captive to her blatant stranglehold. She took the meaningful coincidences encased in the crimson ring. The mouth spoke words of love and all along,...

  Author's note: These poems revolve around a set of disconnected issues/mentalscapes - a feverish confrontation of nihilism (You Monozygote of a Purpose), attempts to...

  Severance - a poetry collection that looks at how connections are cut for and against our will. Who Rules… The eternal struggle between the common people and their...