Needles (A Dark Holiday Poem)

Things I am Thankful for This Holiday Evening: Thank you for this crackling fire Beneath my twinkling, tinsel-decorated fireplace mantel, Which I enjoy from this pillowy armchair With my knitting needles in hand and doily-adorned sewing machine close by. Thank you for the pleasant clinking of the needles And the glide of the soft yarn... Continue Reading →

The Cake is a Lie

The promise of cake on the dining room table Is a lie, And so are the writhing maggots in its place. I'm dessert! I had heard it speak. I'm sweet and rich with dark-chocolate swirls! I turned to see quick, Expecting buttercream thick And an orange-lit wick To celebrate with. But there was no cake.... Continue Reading →

Things I’d Tell Each Person, Eye-to-Eye, If I Could or Water Affirmations

Ripple. A pinch or pound, your worth I found. On the matter of your appearance, I will find beauty, less of bounds. About something, your wisdom sound. Babble. I enjoy things of your personality. Your voice is for hearing and your writing for reading. I believe that you are capable of learning things new, on... Continue Reading →


A fire dances in spite of somber darkness A fetus thrives in the cramped accommodations of the womb The terminally ill continue to respire The madman's heart beats though a tempest is between his ears Will a foreteller hush even if he knows the future?

There are Thirteen Ways to Look at a Blackbird

Sideways stranger and solitary dweller pauses at my knee I don’t move either from my cliffside seat Awareness, yes, I’m on the verge of acknowledgement, Of an amorphous, achromatic avian Apathy Therein begets a sight Shallow Surficial, skin-deep, skeletal even, Crown to throat, animated in tick-like pivots Curves to breast then flank The secondary and... Continue Reading →

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