Street art Seattle I am in the wildernessYou are in the musicIn the man's car next to me Somewhere in my sadnessI know I won't fall apartCompletely When I need to be rescuedAnd I need a place to swimI have a rock to cling to in the storm When no one can hear me callingI…Read more Modern Hymns
poetry
Gnostic
Downward facing Three legged dog The ever living ghost of what once was Holy heart Aches Nothing can separate us from The nightly news of dead mothers And angry fathers Feed the illusion You cling to Pain And call it love Rather than surrender To the isolating knowledge That we are one A singular being…Read more Gnostic
Dear Panzon
Your tired rebuttal, “What about me?” has been rejected by the remaining sane member of the jury. And yet, like the freed prisoner, or bird, who finds themselves unequipped to navigate a world without the prescription of a cage, we found ourselves recreating the same conditions under which we’d been born. Maybe it’s because injustice…Read more Dear Panzon
Don’t Lose Your Head
Temperance I was sound asleep when your hands Clamped around the base of my neck Impressing you into repressed she Told you it was too hard But you never listened Muffled between the sheet, backseat and steeplechase You stuffed your own mouth with the dirty socks and duct tape of chronic criticism Lies Forced us…Read more Don’t Lose Your Head
Fawn
Yessed to death Permissive patience In the absence of ever having had a Who What Where When Does the truth finally Choke you woke To the reality of being Either doormats, mice or brutish men Who force their broken hunger On unconscious bodies Just because I sat there A perch Parrot Frozen pickerel Paralyzed scream…Read more Fawn
Where Do We Grow
The ocean was a frothy milkshake Of creatures, seaweed and waves Where do we grow from here? The impasse buckling the only bridge we’d known A cleared path between parked plastic and ascended sanctuary Double yoked and sensible surrender cracked you open Replacing sheer terror with determination And I ran To a shame-filled room where,…Read more Where Do We Grow
Uni-Fly
That still small voice Paddles blindly towards ecstasy The longing every soul is born with Breached, bleached or broken We all began in a bloody puddle of pain Slotted hearts wade in salty pools of tears Dredging for substance Milky silt and flesh Featherless fledglings cry For feet that can’t set us free or hold…Read more Uni-Fly
M. o. C.
A violent cacophony Screamed from their Son reaching towers Falling to attentive blades below Cutting the frequency with which he diminished her A foreshortened life Shrunken To accommodate the appearance of guests Who’d never guess They were anything but happy Once you cross the bridge between here and never mind There’s no going back without…Read more M. o. C.
Born in Providence 