Poetry / “Chronicle”

Chronicle I am not glad that you are gone (have left) but I am thankful that while you were here I chronicled our love on my flesh but my art is not that of (clichéd) dragons and skulls or daggers (though this may be next) but of hearts and crosses and birds and Bible verses…

Poetry / “Numbers”

Numbers Two of us and six beers later huddled in the back seat of a ’78 Plymouth parked in the dark behind the Eighth Avenue Church shirt pulled off and skirt hiked mid-thigh exposing goose-pimpled inner thighs discussing that morning’s 2nd period Physics class while making out to Jackson 5 static from B104 FM traveling…

Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value While fearing the dark and squinting to find your fading light At…