a little man

i had been watching him for days, his beady eyes and think lips always stretched into an angry line on his weak chinned face to say i disliked him is akin to saying pompeii was warm in the year seventy nine, or that water is slightly wet to the touch he smiled and waved to […]

pomegranate

early this morning i woke from a dream of pomegranate stained kisses last night before bed i spoke with my publisher about possibly using a pomegranate as the cover art for my collection when i woke from the dream i read a poem from one of my favorites she mentioned a pomegranate i fell back […]