Gordes, France: L’Eglise Saint Firmin… Read More In Prayer
Submit this, submit that…… Read More Poem: On Lit. Competitions
Crock N’ Roll
Caved nook with French Sound
Urban Flo-radiance on cobble
Stone streets in the city where
History carries young soles… Read More Illustrations and Poetics
the world is changing… Read More 21st Century Odyssey Part I
Igual al libro que llevo en mi cartera,
me devoraste, me analizaste.… Read More El best-seller
Even if these feet
Erode to sand and dust
I’ll march to a fate I wish to meet
Fueled by desire purer than lust… Read More Foot Pain
Train 5380. Car 08
Zip. Avignon tramway slows movement.
Hallways twisting into destination…
From the origins of… C’est la vie.… Read More Still Movement
I never wished for this
a fate so cruel and deathly
the magic of your smile
was all the hope I needed… Read More Melancholy within the Abyss
Be afraid of curly hair.
Its nature is to ensnare, entangle,
And all verbs that are synonymous or related
To the word Trap.… Read More Curls
The creeping sounds of the night
perpetuate distrust. “The hilt
of my sword, trembles on my grasp…”… Read More A Warrior’s Intimate Moment
The difference between you and me
is your lack of dauntless will.
You claim to know the word ambition
But sadly you are the latest act of the farce called:
One Dense Bitch.… Read More Sharp
rows of tumblers line her table like crops waiting for the harvest.
one for every day without you, dear, the glasses sing. she
is mimicking their soprano.… Read More in the name of higher consciousnes
Tock. Talk. Time speaks over me
Chips away at my pours my nails claw
At me. With the suppression of time… Read More Temperamental Tick Tock Tick
Víctima: felino de sexo y apariencia desconocida.
Estado de descomposición:
El tejido que antes unía y cubría la carne del carnívoro… Read More Descomposición de un gato
Through the nonsense that lingers in the air
a sense of horror reaches perception.
Are you better? Are you smarter?… Read More Introspection
A este poeta, le revienta
que unos novatos, insensatos
escupan rimas, de poca estima… Read More Ira del vate
You were born in January, in the morning of your mourning. A child raised beneath tear-stained yellow cloth and clenched knuckles, a child raised with his tongue always on the brink of tasting, always bitten back by sharp thoughts. A child afraid-of this. A child afraid-of something more. A child of wire mesh wrapped around… Read More This is the last thing
She’s caught in the headlights A Jeep loaded with hunters Guns: cocked and aimed sights set on the prize. She can run 40 miles per hour And zigzag through the woods but her eyes are now dim Trapped, and it’s her fault. Taught the ways of master survivalists But now that glint is now glare… Read More Doe in the Headlights
He deserves the honest mirror eyes of a stranger in the corner of a dark and seedy bar, past midnight on a Tuesday. He deserves his woven falsities reflected back to him, veneer ripped down the middle so that the jagged edges blow in the smoky wind. He will part his lips, and swallow, blink… Read More The Ghost
I reek of Dragon’s Love.… Read More Scales and Balances
Poems at a bar, or the First AntiPoem of 2014, or Free Verse and his family… Read More Poems at a Bar
The table, square mahogany
Presses up against my stomach
the huge mound
wedged between my breasts and my lap.… Read More Nothing Last For…
the dawn comes quickly, like the arresting crack of a gunshot… Read More Ros & Gil
Coffee shops and cigarettes. Coffee shops and cigarettes.
These days the sentiment of a writer,
Is described by coffee shops and cigarettes.… Read More Hyperbolic Fun with Beans and Poison
The world is empty,
The world is void.
There is nothing of value
that you can’t exploit.… Read More Don’t listen. Don’t feel.
He carves vulnerability onto his cheeks
with thorough, quick fingers-
she mistook him for
Jesus.… Read More Vega and Altair
It’s a grand time to write!… Read More It’s a grand time to write
Remember, dear child, you always have a choice;
You’re young and beautiful, rejoice!
Dream away the beautiful thoughts
others have made you sought.… Read More Idiosyncrasy, who needs it?!
A nature of levels molecular
Where human eyes long ceased observation
You will come across a fact peculiar
We are, surprisingly so, in motion
… Read More Vibrations
we have created asymmetrical geometry in replacement of prayer.
i find myself in the circles right before they are struck into lines…… Read More a circle does not