Posted 1 year ago


President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama embrace Vice President Joe Biden and Dr. Jill Biden moments after the television networks called the election in their favor, while watching election returns at the Fairmont Chicago Millennium Park in Chicago, Ill., Nov. 6, 2012. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Posted 2 years ago

Fall Poetry Series #1: At Your Feet

After the stars burst through your light,

and have dissolved all around you,

One can only hope that there is,

still time to fall at your feet,

and give thanks.

Posted 2 years ago

bioluminescence: some nights


Some nights I believe them, when they tell me that I am evil, when they call me an abomination. I have an abusive personality, I hurt the people I love. Some nights I believe that it is true. I remember all of the hard eyes of doctors and therapists turned on me when they said those words with too…

Posted 2 years ago


love and factory. 92 x 131 cm


edition of /1

Posted 2 years ago


i find myself wishing i am home
even when i am lying in my own bed.

i think home is the space on your chest
where i rest my head
and close my eyes
and listen to your heartbeat.

Posted 2 years ago

Fire on the Horizon

poetry is

telling stories

laying them to rest between

ink droplets upon the page

writing down the bones

just watching the vultures pick them clean

walking away

wading out into the blue ripple cold and daunting

weightlessness in waiting

the road


bending through the fallen leaves


blown about by crisp wind

under the smokey sapphire sky

Posted 2 years ago


“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”

 ~ George Orwell

Posted 2 years ago


Presenting Lynn Povich’s (Newsweek’s first Female Senior Editor) Great New Book On the Landmark Class Action Suit Against The Magazine In 1970.  And 40+ Years Later, Read How Her Contemporary Counterparts Question How Much Has Actually Changed.

Posted 2 years ago


and fleeting. or this by Lyn Hejinian

from “My Life” published by Sun and Moon Classics

Posted 2 years ago

poetry broke my brain


poetry broke my brain—
an effort to make me sane.
it twisted all of my pain
creating a beautiful rain.

poetry saved my life—
my last and final strife.
it gave me a bit of hope,
for at last, I could cope.

poetry broke my brain—
arriving just in time.
words turn to rhyme—
my life-saving crime. 

I may not do it right,
but is there a wrong?
poetry won this fight,
pushing me to be strong.

so is this poetry?
or is this my soul?
either way, it’s the only
way I can feel whole. 

Posted 2 years ago

six word poem (8/18/12)


Wading through

the waters

, seeking shore.

Posted 2 years ago

“Girl with Curlers, Los Angeles, 1949” By Ida Wyman


“Girl with Curlers, Los Angeles, 1949” By Ida Wyman

Posted 2 years ago

Salient Shoals: Origin


I am but the subtle whisper
of the ocean’s silent song
that rings from shifting tides
and laps across shining coasts
where the waves collide
and Poseidon thrives

You are but the faintest light
of the imploding star’s last breath
casting a bioluminescent radiance
over the sea’s gentle rocking

Posted 2 years ago
Posted 2 years ago

Charles Bukowski, “cause and effect”


the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away

(submitted by straightawaydangerous