High on Perfection

High on Perfection The prosodist dwells in the literary fountain, with deep-throated roars of rising anger splashing through waves of free writing, fighting against streams of consciousness reading aloud for foreign stones that trip his tingling tongue, prying corroded spondees off the pages, his mouth twisting as he spits them out with rhythmic pounding, juggling … Continue reading High on Perfection


Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild (A Tanka) The winter wolves wait. Hoping for the sleeping rain without fear or blame. From Genesis to today disappearing like frail ghosts. 2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

The Salt Lick

The Salt Lick When the time comes, he will probably sprinkle just enough pity and proverb upon our wounds to heal the breathing rift we choked with myth and fatal exposés. The antidote for allegory is not truth but more allegory. This is what he does—with flourish. One good deed deserves another and so we … Continue reading The Salt Lick


Guilty Once I was a daughter with infinite innocent sleep playing dress-up and walking on air until the day I woke up. Then I did what every poet did— composed untamed rhyme from prayer to prayer like a solitaire ceremony, rewriting my memory without knowing why. ~~~ 2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 19

The Fragile Inn

The Fragile Inn The morning clouds scatter over the earth like a vapor, chimney smoke hovers then grasps the curling tendrils and sets sail. Men of dust are moving about with hushed voices saying, “the grave is never full” and “it’s a sad truth that folks gotta move out to make room for babes moving … Continue reading The Fragile Inn

Dancing Alone for the First Time

Every time you trip along a country road warmed by your torn sneakers, dusting up gravel— ears buttoned up with too much/too little sleep, gawking at nothing serious, your eyes too soft with hallowed tears, humming some old hymn for comfort, as you wander onto the two roads diverging— Every time you drift in the … Continue reading Dancing Alone for the First Time