Category: Poetry

Trees ready to shed crimson leaves, like so many days before the Northern Wind comes, peppering the streets in a coat of crunch; a moment to stop,  pause, and breathe in.   I know now, because I’ve let these moments pass me by in the past, when I was dumb, deaf, and blind. I stood …

I want to self immolate                           be consumed                           in a conflagration              for a cause People have no “cause”                           there is no “cause”                           for us,              for the antithesis of causes                           we are the cause I don’t allow myself               to handle a gun in                           these moments-              but I imagine                           the sound of grooved metal                           (surface area to release …

I had never cried during a movie                          until I saw The Notebook,             now shows where animals struggle                          just to survive,                                       make my throat grow tight,             my arms reaching out to push a chick into a nest,                          breath silently screaming at whales to turn around. I’ve never been a patriot,             but the sight of wounded soldiers returning home                          fills me with pride for the …

I was a vampire on the weekends and she wore black to a wedding we were quite the pair, when you saw us you would smile and think “that’s one lucky couple”, and in my mind’s eye we still live but the wedding was a funeral and the bridesmaid wore white, the priest spoke in …

He closes the door to his gray sedan. I watch him, walking with his keys dangling. I think of him as a friend most times. When he looks at me, standing by the post, he smiles. On warm summer days, a bit of food we will share. I often imagine him, running his hands through …

As it appears in the 2012 American River Review “Keep your garden pest free” read the words on the container. What must have been thousands of little red and black bugs crawling on bits of sawdust and the corpses of their fallen comrades. I scooped the beetles out of their plastic prison and placed the …

I seek the unknown and chase what I cannot name into the darkness, I chase it into drunkenness and beyond despair No matter how hard I search it eludes me it escapes me No matter how many legs spread wide or the number of smiles I see Kind, loving words or sharp tongued barbs I …

you are a street that i have walked one too many times the scenery never changing, my steps sounding hollow in the always present night, and i get lost in the sameness that is your being that is you being afraid of the dark afraid to face your fears and look in the mirror. surround …

I lost my innocence one night in September of 1987. The television screen was blank, through the speakers came the sound of a lone guitar and static, drums began to beat and I saw the jungle. “Paint it, Black” began and I knew war, a concept I could never have thought of on my own …

It is sad, so sad that it makes me want to cry, that you find me interesting, interesting enough to fall in love with, or to care for, or to worry about. It is fucking sad, so fucking sad that it makes me cringe, that you think I am amazing, amazing enough to go to …