I am a poet. And I travel. Well, perhaps less so right now, but hopefully this is just temporary ……
Poetry Travels
It’s coming again like it does every year at this time I can feel it I no longer sleep and…
I wish the view changed and the grass was greener for if there is a fence there is always some…
Flaking silver On the aged back of mirrors, Nymphs and satyrs beneath the falling plaster Held aloft by overweight angels…
This is Klara. In seventh grade she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Today she looks like an old woman. She smiles…
She came to buy herself a brand-new face. It seemed too dear. A frock would have to do. That got…
I want to fold this day into paper ships and load all my heavy thoughts into them, so it would…
We will not leave this cafe! As a sign of fidelity we put our lips against the multiple imprints of…
No matter how carefully you cut into the belly of this wonderful silver fish and clean the entrails, wipe the…
