Tacidelphia (that may not work, I know, but I do not speak Latin...bear with me, and correct me if you can)
You came down, the stairs, rumbling loudly, sounding like dad did when we were both young “Ok. I can’t watch this upstairs. I have to see th...
I had the beginning to a poem I wanted to write, but I wasn't completely sure what direction to go with it. Thus, I went two directions....
Something I’ve learned and begun to fall in love with is how on your back streets and little alley ways, where real intimacy waits, the curb...
This is a poem cut from the same cloth as the last (thanks, e.e. cummings) - I would like to write a poem for you but as I search, and lose ...
This is the first couple of paragraphs of a novel I am working on. The premise is this: we follow the life of one man on the day of June 17t...
You emblazon into our space bundled like an Inuit against the cold, Or draped and laconically unfurled like an orchid blossomed in the humid...
