2 floors up, above the swirling littered dreams, I watched… eyes red. He came, shuffling, head down, gnarled bony hands hung loose. A ravaged fedora perched, on bleached white straw. I stepped outside myself and stared, feeling his age and pain. And for a moment forgot my own, began to smile, realizing as he passed, he was whistling… ©1998 (New Dawn Master Poet Award Winner – 1998)
Starlight twinkles, playing between the clouds, he stands and listens to the hiss of aurora, spreading fanlike overhead, and dreams of joining eternity. Arms spread palms flat, night wind strums his hair, he feels the power, of his fathers’ calling, tucks his knees and flys, heavenward to the light, restrained from the cosmos, by the […]
it hits you funny, sometimes, death, like a sledgehammer made out of putty wielded by a midget with spasticity as a surgeon would wield a knife I was at an auction rural type lots of welders and big implements for fixing combines or tractors mixed in with delicate china I love the smells of old […]
Salt taste, rippling across my tongue, rolling black pebbles bursting at the edge symbolic life to slake my thirsty palette long draughts of femininity at it’s source reduced to here and now encased in the soft tang slipped between my lips and then the cracker, bitten… hard! ©2000
running away from what I never knew the boogie man under the stairs or perhaps just another under cooked pizza no anchovies please or no I passed a mirror and… ran… away… again mwl’18
