Ice On The Stairs

Slipping on that slick first step one of three two more to go barely balancing treading on two starting to recover on the drier third Up right and steady, ready to rock Upon hitting bottom or is this the top

Snowflakes

often, like identical snowflakes we form the same thought snowflakes generated apart under differing influence but yet the same in shape size and intricate pattern said not to be possible but I have seen it myself right there, when you text saying, pick up xzy or abc and it’s already in the cart or when […]

On Writing Drafts of Poetry

A few words caught in the gossamer net of thought On constant replay, “The winnowing whistle of the wind” or “Light licks it’s way up the wall” tickle like a feather poking through a down comforter, emerging, trying to be born by archaically setting them to paper or virtually speaking, typed to screen prompt more words […]

dishes

a glade of used water glasses surround Burrito bit blanketed dinner plates dirty from last night last minute TV time feeding flanked by a large blue bowl – one of set — redolent of her meal — dehydrated snakelike raman noodles and Monday’s night’s frying pan, flecks of cheese fried on from homemade quesadilla night, […]

Glimpse

the soft lick of breeze on sun slapped cheek like the touch of down upon cold bared skin Or like slivered sun barely breaking dark though closed blinds with chance of change or the fast fleeting flash into something greater something that is more

Grasping

tripping deeply a proverbial big toe caught on something unseeable like jet black stone on dark path at night and being unseen, remaining unknowable, like the vague face of a passerby calling out your name while your steady powers of facial recall fail to produce a name and draw into doubt the idea that you really ever knew […]

Death Metal

The crunching chug – a – chug – a chug overdriven guitars massage earphoned ear drums keeping perfect one two three four repetition timed with bottom dropping big bass kick drums pounding alongside screaming slinky string solos punched periodically with throat ripping growls and grunts an odd instrument in itself completes the final assualt

Rise and Fall

The long hard gradual awakening remnant of a bruised slumber peels and rends like dry burned skin leaving charred sheets burdened with little tears of yesterday in small pools clinging fast making small salt edged circles on the fading woodwork of old memories