Category Archives: Poetry

In the recoil of the slap in the essence of the snap there you are. In the vicious of the slice in the broken of the vice there you are. In the hunger of the bite in the pity of … Continue reading →

I pull out the insides of me. I put them on display. I turn them into delight, I make them into play. I make myself beautiful, I make myself beautiful, I make myself beautiful, I try to make myself beautiful. … Continue reading →

Full up and over-the-top, spilling out, beyond sated, overstuffed, gorged in fact, because otherwise it will be hollow, empty, lost to me, and any other mouthful will be only a drop in the bucket.

I didn’t know how to love you when it was time for me to have learned it. I didn’t know how to be myself for you, and I didn’t know how to be anything but what I had thought you … Continue reading →

Because we are what We Are, the horror we have known (and it is a horror) is one borne of flesh and blood. We bear the children of our desires, these scars of the mind (scars of mine), these scabs … Continue reading →