They Don’t Mind

I hope you all don’t mind if I reblog today this little piece written in the park about this time … More

Nude Trees

Bavarian Winter

I spent last winter in Bavaria, Germany writing lots of brevity during the long days of lockdown. It was challenging … More

Winter Passing

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

The Weary Rain

I’m Getting Better and Better

Cocoa butter circles,
the deep soak of essential oils
and songs like playful waves;

Snow Appeal

I Who All Through Lockdown

I WHO all through the lockdownHoarded Clorox and Deluxe Crown,And traveled incognito the S&M porn underground;Now I moan without a … More

The Medusa Sun

Haiku Yule

I have this insatiable haiku habit, and thought I’d share a batch this evening on WordPress. Wishing you a Merry … More

The Tree Man

The snow flowered overhead like cotton constellations daubing the wound of the cleared forest. Most of the trees were plucked, … More

Silver Pennies

To enter,
give this rarity to
the fairy,

This Christmas

This Christmas packages pile up faster than good feelings, bows in plastic smothered rows. And Santa better sanitize– no more … More

White Skies

white skies
mopped up all other colors;
winter loves a good disguise.

#poetry #amwriting #poem

A New 45

Needle skates a black lake of lines,a sleeveless glide with metal tip precision,my inaugural lap’s all pop and sizzle.Dizzy from … More

Blushing Pilgrims

You raked the surface of your lips with teeth,a wintertime lawn of leaves.At sunrise, a dewy surfaceof indifference.A benign offeringof … More

Winter is Awake Again

Winter is awake again,the maple skin exposed,its branches crossin secret codesresembling pentagrams,swastikas, or some otherscary symbolsonce concealedbelow green tunics,discarded now,the … More

Frost Bit

It started when we touched, a twitching, aching burn. The freezing warmth of our final embrace. I traced your image … More

Lockdown

Writing sprawled out on the ground,tenth week of lockdown.The museums are tombs,the streets unclogged arteriesnever drained this low before. My … More

As Much as the Ride

February snow is sticky,a cottony maple scale,a clinging nuisancerarely fatal when itholds on too firmly. February’s forest is filledand no … More

TWT-The Main Events

Prompt: Piece Piece of pink ribbon unspools across today’s sky; black cord snakes through the bed. Craving color for calendar’s … More

TWT-The Physician’s Gaze

Today’s Prompt: Blank The doctor wore a crystallized chastity belt. Performing blank consultations back-to-back, his slippery affections surfaced only after … More

The Season Feels Infantile

The season feels infantile;snow diapering the earth.Busy street lights snoozingthrough the night,while our cycles arebroken by familiar cries,of sirens blinking … More