Distance Greater than Our Love Laying here in our queen size bed Feeling a million miles stretched out between us as you face the wall...

In This Angry Bed Can you feel the breeze between these stubborn backs? Clamoring among our question marks like a desperate needle...

Late For A Very Important Once again it's later than I wanted it to be. There's no hot water in the house, and I hate to wash my hands...

Letter to No One "Poems don't have to rhyme, you know."--- Someone from the roadside cafe, told me. I didn't know him, But I nodded....

Fan Almost supreme Or doing his work atleast With his shrine above, glorious Dusted and edgy.. A shrine unusual, round and round, it...

GRIEF for Wei Some years post-crime I removed the bones from their furtive grave Some flesh clings on: This dried husk of a man who used...

a brief history of the color orange word that doesn't rhyme. second ring on the sort-of hanoi tower. vitamin a paired with ranch. best...

Hellfire This isn't the first time I've seen buildings at their height spike into flames before collapsing under the weight of smoke and...

in truth, angels are unsightly creatures; glowing gold & holy in their own ways / roses without thorns do not grow in the wild & a...

Time in a Bottle You know, Jim Croce wrote this for his son right before he died. Fucking plane wreck, just when his music was getting...

simplicity in mind I sometimes find myself searching, the meanings of simple words lost, to me this is self preservation survival of all...

Cigarettes in the dark Orange glow of my cigarette illuminated against the dark navy blue sky Minty cool wind caresses me as the road...

Charlie I never kissed you goodbye, and you know I never will. I sent you a text message, followed by a phone call, and now the trees are...

Remembering Sunday on a Saturday Night The road stretched like lyrics, where there were lines to cross and a night to argue with Crushed...

Peach Pink A bewilderment of red horned bullocks Heavy foliage like, cluster of cars, Buses, cycles rickshaws and; People in their many...

Of Van Gogh and You Being lost, and being alive, is floating away, Round the fingers, And the shoelaces. It feels strange; The...

Anagolay will birth Maria Be still, my beating Pulse, my quivering organ, for Stories are named after women Like storms. Limb by limb we...

magic and they called her witch: the woman who was not afraid to burn; once, only a girl who wanted to escape the weight of life, ...

The loneliest man in the universe I knew of man that died alone His brain being eaten by a sickness He forgot my name He couldn’t...

home run the giants’ opening day garlic fries on april eve at&t park looming smell of sea & seagulls & relentless churning excitement...