Category: Poetry

So many last kisses, too many goodbyes… Each one the last, “never again” I say as the door closes. As I moved out of our apartment Before I left for work one morning Dropping you off, after the abortion When I let you get your stuff out of storage In our home, begging for one …

Oh, you foul little organ. How I loath you and yet love you all the same. My Jesus, my Judas; my savior and my betrayer. You have brought tears and screams with your vitiligo covered length, bathed in blood and innocent flesh. You have brought life into this world and have caused me to wish …

The winter of my happiness saw the frost penetrate to my core. Another season passing to mark another cycle of my life. It always goes this way though, doesn’t it? Spring gives birth and life, summer a time to celebrate and bask in the sunlight of bliss, as we wait for the inevitable coming of …

Tomorrow is never the day that I think it will be; I always wake up and the world keeps turning, people still draw breath and the questions are still there, waiting to be answered. For every beat of your heart, for every time you inhale, there is something left unsaid until the unspoken words fill …

As it appears in the 2013 edition of The American River Review. Darryl Strawberry was my hero. I remember watching, as he became human on the nightly news programs. I never replaced him as my idol, heroes had no meaning after that, hearts break from more than love. Of all the loves I have had …

She left her hair tie on top of the bar and it looked so sad all alone on that dirty surface. So out of place, with its brown skin against polished green wood. It must be an alcoholic, that hair tie, because it was halfway through the puddle of beer someone left. I guess I …

Dear lover, You know I have never been good at saying my mind when we have been face to face, so I thought I would write you this little bit of prose to tell you what you have meant to me. I hope that these words find you well, that enough time has passed and …

I miss the days where candy was my goal, when the novelty of red colored sugar inside of a painted blue candy shell held my fascination, the days where I would steal money just to go to the store to buy boxes of Lemonheads and Boston Baked Beans. I used to think the natives of …

I set out that tired Friday night to drink my share of wine so that I might silence the sorrows and suffering of my mind. Dreams of empty bottles haunted me as my red tinged sweat connected the blood stains on my bare mattress. I saw the face of Christ in the overlapping remnant of …

Next to the beautiful butterfly larva you never stood a chance you never had a hope of shining in the spotlight of adolescence, you must have opted instead to go in the opposite direction to make your form remind the eye of a demon from hell, oh, ladybug larva. Hideous form, conjuring images of torture …