it was in the elks lodge at east haven Connecticut that the wedding guest saw his failure clear its bitter taste mingling with weak...

The piano sits resolute, awaiting its Shirley As cigar smoke and alcohol aroma fills the air. The jazz band preps; the bass, the...

Unburied State of Life Spread fingered, bent knuckle crawling, my hands thrust deep in the moistened loam. I bring a handful of fresh...

Fear fills my Roadworks Stomach. Scares Butterfly Breath. Fear is a Shiver on Sunlit Days. FearForgets Hope. BegetsFear. Fear is...

Morning Machinery, New Orleans Fleshy, aortic piping clutches a ribbed metal building. Industrial chic. Fencing to ward off grinning...

Because there you are living, with your smile screaming in my face. While your body rests under grass today. I believe not all of you is...

They cannot reach every corner Nor will they try There is no single-minded hero To figure the whole thing out It’s feet to the fire My...

sometimes resilience is knowing when to break paper thin membranes darken to space vacuum black, just before being left behind by the...

1. A Love Poem by Ahab1 Candomblé2 Only a stupid poet3. . . could think a poem, capable of capturing your beauty! The honey of the...

STILLNESS Of what use is the roaming of your thoughts in a desert field. of what use is your calling and screams. the only fillet holding...

Swarming vibes of hope I seldom thread from this swelling beach of Chennai – The Marina, shore lined by families and friends, lovers and...

ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND..... Now that our story is heretofore done and dusted May I wangle my way into finding the courage to...

Tide ebbs, exposes the rocky shore and the stranded detritus of the voyage. The smell of the sea lingers, like the memory of an evening...

And the guilt sticks, like oily black mud on the soles of your shoes Walked through the house, ugly stains imprinted, reminders of your...

I wake and hear birds calling the day into being. It drifts like steam from my morning coffee, into my mouth. Summer is a lump in my...

Beautiful birds that brighten dull and gloomy British winters With weird and wonderful names Were those who named them drunk or starving?...

CASTAWAY skies bristle to midnight to sleep in the shadow of the barn with homesick dreams and pourquoi tales lost among the furious...

Stories I Cannot Tell Here’s the story I want to tell—each morning I got up before dawn to make the fire and cook rice, and while the...

Mature Age Student The earth is crying like it’s lost a fake Rolex it believed was real based on the glistening multitude of assurances...

Pissing in the Bushes I’ve just seen a man piss in the bushes Opposite my house. It’s the same place the school kids hide their cider. An...