Time Past Time past now you’re here A phantom haunting me with your presence but this time you’re real not a figment of my dreams “Will...

Looking Back The window to the past— how long I waited to see you on the other side, smiling at me like you wanted to be invited in. How...

April 6, 2017 hi one syllable, one gasp can pull the lungs through an unsuspecting chest. i am a puddle of blood, of indecision, as you...

Ghost on the Rocks This creek cradles your spirit as a spliff adds blankets to the crisp air which quilts you Sitting on these rocks your...

Home Even for an immortal and powerful goddess, living away from her mother for six months each year has been hard for Persephone. She is...

CURSE FLOWER Silk-white petals Tear scent of woman Forsaken. What blooms After pain? Her curse rises At night. Humid heat Of vine...

A lesser fall upon.. to and fro to and fro, I go squeaking, a silence.. with freckles and wrinkles of shades, one and two mirrored...

Constellations "See those constellations?" my youngest son calls from his bedroom window. I drag myself out to the veranda and stare up...

village supermarket in january precincts below my window lush with fresh-fall horizons` absent inside vast vapours of electric white i...

Sean lives in the Midwest, and the Midwest lives in him; it's mostly symbiotic. When he's not writing, he should be writing.

Sortition When you’re struggling with a binary decision, toss a coin: When the coin is in the air, maybe you’ll hope for an outcome. When...

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...

anti//oxidants Growing up in a broken home means that everything can change in an instant. I got used to dissociating at will, adapting...

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...