Category Archives: Poetry
Always at the pen
Men with white hair men with dark suits men with white roses with stems six to eight feet long. Each bundle of flowers looks like a body carried with reverence, up the steep hill. Someone, somewhere in the procession drops … Continue reading
All The Colors
Beyond winters chill there lies a hopeful font of blood, blue flies, green flies, black waters. Everyone comes up short, and everyone is a wet-nosed nudge away from either soothed or screaming. There is a film of red over her … Continue reading
Databases bleed information (of course)
It’s a Sisters Of Mercy night and you know what that means: get on your knees, bow your head and receive. Hear the laughter down the hall, the distant drums, the rise and fall of a thousand lifetimes of solace, … Continue reading
Blaze Of Glory
How often I thought of you, the peaceful one, a graceful being of pure serenity. I dreamed of dancing into your life, a flickering flame, a burning song. I wanted you for my own, but lacked the form that would … Continue reading
Spindle (it just doesn’t mean what you think it means)
He asked if he could come over. He was old enough to be my father. He asked if he could show me something. I told him yes. I was naive. He was hungry for it. That much, I knew. I … Continue reading