The volumes on silent Just loud lines that run head on to your face Tight lines leave stretch marks now your head is defaced Second opinions leave exclamation marks to scar the forehead After metaphors give birth to four heads...
When you leave the Yankee East and, crossing the vast Middle, reach the American West, the air gets drier, and the world becomes roomier, dreamier. The forest is called desert – Sonoran – in spite of the oily bushes of...
He ruled my life like no king Or god or flesh could ever do He looked after me like no mother Could look after her child He pampered me like no husband Could do for his wife He was and...
Sugar and Smells Procrastinated smells linger on I sleep, I eat, I pray Tossing and turning, smells on my soul Sweet smells, I spray Rain drops on my soul, I retain Emptiness, I pray Bare clouds of joy rest on...
what drew you to the literature world? I wasn’t drawn to the literature, the literature world found me. It started in 2004 when I attended the ’10 years of Democracy celebrations’ in Newtown. At one of the sessions, a poet...