I took a storyHacked off the wasteLopped of the unnecessaryPared down the descriptionHoned the verbsSanded away the punctuationI polished until I reached the essenceAnd found I had a poem...
You talk poems, they saidI know, I saidI live them, I am a poemI am my imagesNow a crumpled can of cokeNow a wisp of smokeNow an oarless boatWallowing on slick seaIn some dense mist And more...
It was darkThe middle of the nightIt was darkAfter midnightI was in the middle of the road Ultimately in the glare the brittle stare of a headlight. Mindless in my griefI would...
I’ve never done it before,I confessed to herI don’t really know the …protocols,the routine, the form. OK, so I know that soundsprescriptive and functionalbut, help me out,Come on, just the...
What is thisbut a tussle ofjumbled wordsconfined in a bag,strung at the neck tocontain, control,constrict.? Into this sack I plunge my naked arm,shirt rolled businesslikehigh above the elbow,my...
I cobble words.I take them raw,Cut, stitch, hammerand shape themto some new form. I give them style,a new beauty maybe.I give them loveand emotion, the expertise of my past. Some will be...