January 30, 2021
“Words as Weapons” and “Cry”
Words as Weapons Is it communication we seek a confession a tale a legend of truth tone creates the truth greed hides innocence… Letters form words,…
January 29, 2021
“Laugh it Off,” “How Do Ya Not See?,” “Oh, the Knots Her Soul May Tie,” and “Why I Hate Working Again”
Laugh it Off sometimes I remember all the hardass “work dads” who raised me when I was a young lad and feel sorry for them because now I understand…
January 23, 2021
“Without Hope” and “Enough”
Without Hope Universal languages, laughter and tears Interrupted the same tears reveal what laughter must heal… Our children starve in the shadows of…
January 18, 2021
Hunger
She did not like dark rain, the scent of snow, the heavy curtains blocking day's light. She wanted open windows. Freshness, the breath of God and…
January 12, 2021
Always Someone Worse Off
My baby was early. Ill was the pregnancy, but not so ill that panic was stricken upon the faces of the midwifery team. My baby was early. She broke…
January 10, 2021
“Without a Mirror,” “Ticking,” “The Ides of March,” and Other Poems
Without a Mirror He is driving on a road, maybe in the Midwest, maybe the south, perhaps somewhere in Colorado. He doesn’t know, no one knows. The…
January 9, 2021
“Cards,” “Evil World,” and “Obviously”
Cards 2 kids on the sidewalk, the bigger one says “hey! You want to buy some flowers?” “Flowers?” I say. “No! Cards. Football and Baseball cards.”…
January 7, 2021
Kho Hoon and Na Kagawa
A young girl, Na Kagawa Searching mushrooms By the Miraflores hill Was admired shitting A Japanese gentleman Kho Hoon making a shit With an ass…
January 3, 2021
“Wasteland,” “Warmth,” and “Darkness”
Wasteland he was stuck in an everlasting wasteland one of the few able to see the real evils of the world, the evils that destroy and ravage even the…
January 1, 2021
“Dark Nipples,” “I Command the Dead,” and “I Embrace My Darkness”
Dark Nipples “Must everyone know my nipples are dark,” she implored once in a Facebook message After finding that I shared a poem that documented my…