pain

Dark and fat with star and misery she could not swallow me  into anonymity, hips swinging blacker than her Cosmos, smile brighter than Moons mighty, known and named Ancestors wrought…

when the heart hurts it tells a story of growth or death or violence in the offing. it never lies but speaks and reads in the language it was given,…

Suicide That’s truly what it is, must be. Or perhaps something more sadistic. Who could find joy in the face flushing blood whirling rush of rushing toward the end of…

Laying across my chest like the caress of lovers long since departed on a cool Sunday morning, these truths know me and I them but we refuse to speak in…

He had no idea the truth he spoke, when he laughingly mentioned that I might write a poem about our adventure today. He was partly wrong and partly right–I hate…

Fresh off of a low tide I rolled in the presence of your warm thickness. Tightly packaged, reaching heights I’d last seen in the rolling hills of home long forgotten.…