Poem from February 2017

The day in February two thousand seventeen. “it started cold but now it’s like the perfect bea-“ –ch weather sugar … More

short poem

There are the fronds again Flimsy green knives Commanded by the wind . . . Or do they know how … More

Poetica of a Divided Life As a matter of convention I will provide a quick summary of the following surreal … More

there were many careening cars by and by the bouncing bushes

“I have a sick amusement in watching people get worked up and annoyed,” Christa said. Her friend, confused, “What? Why?” … More

assignment for Creative Writing class

concrete cracks contrasts with countries of colors in the sky contracts to coexist capturing calls of cults wild cats beginning … More

dreams like a little bowl of pretzels tiny twisted salt on toast one and another up and over the little … More

oats in my coffee staring tans and black at me stirring round my mind e a c h s i … More