Hey Users,
Stick your crooked schnozzles
back in your masks.
Sanitize your hands
before you touch me again.
Treasured poetry and bargain prose await all who enter here.
Hey Users,
Stick your crooked schnozzles
back in your masks.
Sanitize your hands
before you touch me again.
The white releaseof a warm winter fleece,stitched across theface of the fragile earth,frozen stiff,tucked beneath the sheet.Laid to rest inpeace … More
This Christmas packages pile up faster than good feelings, bows in plastic smothered rows. And Santa better sanitize– no more … More
white skies
mopped up all other colors;
winter loves a good disguise.
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The final glass of a reserve wineabandoned on the chef’s table.Chestnuts scored in seasoned iron pansnever to feel the open … More
All my unused musclesin jiggling heaps.All my faulty feelingsdisinfected in the sink.
Today’s Flashback Track #20 asks, What’s the biggest fire you’ve ever lit? Be sure to give the track a listen … More
Borrowed pink plastic lawn seat.Loud folk music filtered over laughter.The naked feet of friendstickling the trimmed grassesbelowmulticolor swimsuits.Ice-cold beer like … More
I’m the only naked onehere on my family treewalking bareno need for underwearthrough my living roomwhere two that grew withinmy … More
A birthday bike ride,blue balloon bopping around.Five years old, so he can’t readthe ‘Happy Birthday’ upside down.
Rattling can clapping downTimes Square,the whole length of the islandrotted bare,the only raucous applause,a jackhammer affair. From the Avenue of … More
Recent events in Germany being what they are, this poem decided it would like to resurface and walk about a … More
Sitting at the summitat the end of it all,waiting in a cloud,a fancy shroud,to wrap me when I fall. Standing … More
Pedaling through punk rockfields, neon yellow streaks,the spike of several weeks.Empty overpass rebellions.Concrete cracks and loud wifi towers.Whiskey bottles and … More
Dear July,How’s that blue margarita sky?Tell me that the cicadas fly, back homethe virus’ leash came off andwe’re finally free … More
Writing sprawled out on the ground,tenth week of lockdown.The museums are tombs,the streets unclogged arteriesnever drained this low before. My … More
Prompt: Piece Piece of pink ribbon unspools across today’s sky; black cord snakes through the bed. Craving color for calendar’s … More
Now it’s all about preservation–
holding on to as much of today as
we can grasp with foam fingered gloves,