some nights the oneiric insights speak of childhood fears some nights they show me and her the wildflowers heavy on the spring breeze as we lie staring up at the blinking lights her smile more beautiful than any constellation seen by man i learned a long time ago looking backwards is a foolish gambit there […]

my claws knead at this indescribable need a kitten mewling lost just out of step with the tides as she traipses contentedly footprints marking the edge of my tender from the emptiness swelling up from within satisfaction swings into my orbituary but i am no samuel clemens destined for its light twice in a single […]

the sparrows tap tap tapping at the glass door demanding another poem about her the lady with wildflowers in her perfect smile as i sip coffee contempmating how to wrangle an unruly sea of slippery words the sound of little beaks tap tap tapping at the glass door heads cocked waiting to hear of a […]

the crackling neon advertising beers long since lost to time flickers above the dark bar am unemployed cryptozoologist slams shots of bottom shelf paint thinner with a balding sasquatch in the middle of a dire midlife crisis in grainy distortion gray aliens stand around the green felted billiard table in the back room manipulating the […]

cooking in the morning as the sparrows flutter on the porch and in my chest the quiet hopes of a new day blossom the reality not yet quite settled in i have a cup of steaming coffee a head full of your radiant wonder as the vegetables slowly cook the potatoes get chopped and nothing […]