•August 16, 2016 • Leave a Comment

There’s a notch
On the stairs
Where something
Hit there
What fell
Or who
Was pushed



 Because I can feel the fall coming…


•August 1, 2016 • 3 Comments

I’ve a carousel horse
Corralled in my back yard
I keep the gate closed
So he cannot get far
Loosed from his go ’round
But locked square in place
Tasked with keeping that bit
Painted smile on his face



Photograph by Brooke Shaden


•June 29, 2016 • Leave a Comment

This life is too quick
To live less than fierce or leave
Sweet wax on the wick



Digital Art: Candle by vincenthachen on

Deviant Sea

•June 28, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I have been living, drowning
Learning to feel helpless, trust
Lungs with something like fear, liquid love
Tissue never meant to swim like that, this
Spitting out air-shards of shoulds, shame
For some buoyant ring of steady, sameness
With my eyes trained, tired of trying
Letting go
Of promised land, of what I know
Equal parts breathing and dying, finally
Submissively, willfully inspired
Into a deep sea-blanket, seeing blind
Breadth below the waves, an old space
More than was scripted, surviving bold
So much more than the safe surface sold




•June 26, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Sunlight lowers her lashes through blush-seizing leaves
A shadowy acid square drips on the breeze
Wood ants smash bumper-cars into my knees
And dark ivy drags heavy eve-earth towards me

While mad-drunken night birds swill dying of day
And salt sobbing tissues trip-tumble away
A cracked crayon waxes of last winter’s grey…
Noctwind siphon my soul, spill me into Your waves



Artwork: Changing Winds by Kelly Vivanco

Outside Chance

•June 5, 2016 • 4 Comments

I find myself choosing
Between a tough fight
And a soft relinquishing

I have no fear of sweat and blood
Especially my own
I have blinked away the salt and sting before
I have tasted that sanguine tincture on my tongue
Just as I have gritted and grinned
Guffawed even at the shattering
Of my own sanity
While I shook it off
And got to the business
Of setting it back into place
With a quick jerk, and a wince

Harder still is this, stepping back
And letting his fist fly just beyond me
Leaving only that slight breeze
Which carries with it a faint scent of sweat
And deflated fury
Directing my swollen gaze downward
I let myself listen, for an instant

To shocked silence
A moment of pure possibility
While we wait
To see what move I choose next

Tonight I find myself


Photograph: Boxing-2, by Kalel Koven


A repost for a legend. RIP Muhammad Ali, “People look for miracles. People look for surprises of all kinds. Yet the greatest wonder, the greatest miracle, the greatest surprise, is to be found in one’s heart.” — my favorite quote from The Greatest.

While I Work

•June 2, 2016 • 2 Comments

she travels
on the breeze
hisses promise
in my ear
steals and mingles
with my breath
briefly dries
my tears and sweat
makes me want
her lies to last
as she brushes


Sir George Clausen The Girl At the Gate
The Girl at the Gate, by Sir George Clausen


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