Author: admin

In the August sun
in a window
a vase
without water

Bulging rucksack
clutches sculpted shoulders of
sprouting boy who
wears two faces
American wild unsettled spunk
Croatian aching timid hope

This morning
how many of you wished your covers
were covered with super glue
and they plastered you
to your yellowing mattress
so you wouldn’t have to experience
the dread of getting out of bed

Light rises from a white bird—pigeon
at the crusted edge of a roof

And she stood up, left her den to crawl back to herself to remember when. Moments of promised love past speak soft and fine tales of love, that still wails.

i told my son the flowers may grow all around you but that doesn’t mean you’re part of a garden so what so what so what isn’t it all so lovely walk walk walk like you know the difference between the bloom and the crop consume...

Can you read between
the nights so you may taste
what I have tasted?

I could stand outside the candy store all day and never get a sweet taste
You could stroll past ignoring me or hand me a stick of gum
I could tell the story of the gum man
Or how the hawk pecked out my eyes and flew away with a shiny wrapper

If all it took
were a letter to the editor,
bombs would not
be falling.