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...

Scylla and the Witch Scylla is bathing on the beach again when the witch comes to her dressed in the midnight sky. Sometimes, they do not...

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...

Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net and Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker and author of eight books of poetry including...

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

Stone carving (Including lyrics from Portishead’s ‘Strangers’) My sea-bed: unkempt blankets, throws weave into one another: kelp strips,...

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...

Devils’ Catch The eyes of the river were moving again. Satan and Judas, fishing, sat on the bank of the Styx. Honestly, Satan wasn’t...

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

Those Who Defied maybe it was days like this that brought us all wandering all coming together all learning to love each other she was...

The nurse and her hands A part of her, medicine smelling; Bitter now by treating, the Carcasses blue, violet and purple Dead now a...

Jeffrey Yamaguchi creates projects with words, photos, and video as art explorations, as well as through his work in the publishing...

Love Poem I love the tingling warmth that lingers in my mouth after I bite your crust. If I could breathe food, you’d be the oxygen that...