Tag Archives: poetry

A Lesser Storm

I tell myself I’m not in love since the butterflies died, and—in the distant dark— a lightning bug signals her way as she climbs up through the hot air this…

Slide And Dry

The dried paint, long since atomized from cylindered source, once bled in brief runnels upon the steel, upon the brick and concrete, graffito to graffito then finally graffiti and jagged…

Creation

A hurt that moves beyond crying or a love beyond touch, maybe a song beyond sound. But I can swallow it; I can feel the sound of your remnants of…