i.  monday white is the color of regret, an un- painted bowl left on table ii. tuesday i am color- less sheet of blue static- -unsent messag...

  Cut the twining cord quickly with a sharp scissors Use the cord clamp to stem  the bleeding It will not hurt (for now) The scars will fold...

you lied when you brazenly told the new group that you are wild & adventurous one person took your word & tested your boundaries- he...

you wanted lines to be perfect yarning silk to flawless hues yet your face is moody spring, unkempt  yearning for moon's kiss & blue...

the room is triptych a distortion of the manifesto: space, silos, substance there is no roof nor ceiling, only sky & clouds are our cons...

mother arrives with a knife cutting down the dead tree with swift blows- pulling back dull curtains, bagging old autumn leaves & winter ...

I .   The sky is a glass Of mourning blackbirds I stand rooted, a weeping willow  At the crossroad     II.  A sign  Falls flat on grass Knoc...

  i grew a body  over the decades & seasons: sturdy legs, giraffe high ceilings & brown weathered arms during long winter nights i f...

  Day in and day out, we punch time Our fists blued, our eyes grimed By smoke, we beat ourselves brain dead Where does this end, this life w...

i want to be stamped in spaces between verses in crannies between bookshelves my voice, a lone songbird rising from the rain-soaked dandelio...