Thanksgiving

Living this way is scary, every day a beginning; sometimes endings bring night, but remain steadfast in truth; let each sunset bring good fortune and each dawn bring new blessings.

My Spirit Animal Is A Five Year Old Korean Kid Named Austin

I became excited today at work when I smelled the plastic trash bag while I was cleaning the bathroom because it smelled similar to Power Rangers action figures I played with as a kid, the kind where if you pushed a button, their heads flipped into their bellies and helmets flipped out. My favorite was

Daylight Saving

Morning sun shines eternal love Sweeping the shadows of your room; Whether silk or stone, desert or grove, Beneath blankets sing old heart tunes. Gentle thoughts hide shy under life’s pressure steaming, Springtime forces brave life following sleet and snow As broken feelings pass and take horrors for a cleaning In moments of silence, sleeping

Tempus Lapidem

Time to stop Time to stop Time to stop Time to stop Time to stop Time to stop // Start Time to start Start to time / Time to start Time to start Time Time Time Time Time // Cathedral Glass Hilltops Exclusivity Juxtaposition Honesty Illusion / Chime Swing Scaffolding / Frog Breath / Bronson

Dragon House

I do not keep many constants but I will explain one of them now there is the Buddha I rub before leaving my studio each & every day; parts of his back & sack are broken, but his smile remains the same. I cannot remember when he came into my life but if I were

State of Things, or, Something Else

The building where I live is ‘commercial only’ so I throw on torn shorts & a cut-off t-shirt on the way back from the communal shower. The shower has flies gathered in the corners, hair clumps on the floor, a note on the wall: “Clean your fucking hair!!!” & some nights I dream of stepping

You can find my piece, Aesopian Willowwacks, in the Summer 2013 Issue of Gambling The Aisle. Happy to be a part of such a beautiful collection.  Check it out HERE.

Lucid Fishing, or, Father’s Day Fish Story

[For My Dad.] There wasn’t much light left in the day but we both cast out one more time. “We don’t want to row back when it’s too dark out, but now is when the fish usually bite the most, when the bugs are out low over the water.” I replied (despite knowing my father

Spring Rains Flowers

First week of June & on three occasions I walked by hairless baby birds fallen from their nests.  I noticed the first from the corner of my own crusty eye while wearing pajamas & sunglasses, walking the dog, not realizing what I had seen until the trains screeched above, startling me enough to shiver, turn &

Horace Greasley

Escaped to kiss his lover, two hundred times and then, He returned himself to prison, just for a place to sleep in.