Means of Transport
It’s assumed that when we die
we fly or float away.
I’ve never heard it said
that the soul walks out the door
like it’s going to 7-11
for...
Never Song
The city’s flow is predictable
up to a point like smoke
from a cigarette.
Youth bloom.
Pesticides and ground cover
fail.
My heart is as empty
as the zoo,
defunded,
some of what...
Antonyms for “Cutlery”
Let's hit the road.
There is a fork that leads to the sea
and thousands of tiny pink spoons
used to sample
exotic ice cream flavors.
Their sharp edges...
Purple Voices Whispering
The wild violets
bloomed like tuning forks.
Their shimmer
slowed the day,
pulling at time’s hem
as if desiring
nothing more
than a fuller skirt
for the occasion.
It was the sort of...
Amethyst Dreams
He leans on the bar
in the pose of the Thinker
lost in a reverie of Bourbon,
odd bits of foolscap
scattered about, coasters
for peanut shells,
and the odder...
Grendel’s Mother
GRENDEL'S MOTHER CONSIDERS THE GIRAFFES
Nobody knows how you do it.have mewls and croaks and roars.you have your vast silencestares and ways scientists cannot uncover.all...
