Flickering (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #20)

In candle-bursted blindness, I see but silhouettes of men, their slithering shadows bouncing against a beige canopy, creeping extremities grasping and clenching and scratching as the seeping shades of bleak starlessness unpunctuated by the… Continue reading

Lifeless Sentinel (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #19)

lifeless sentinel crushed by the flailing tides refuse to falter until the waves chip off its cemented body to swim with the ocean

Does Coyote (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #18)

Even coyotes pining against cactuses howl: howl against the moon’s pained arrows; against the moon’s silver smirk; against the sweet desert breeze; in poetic wrath I roam the canyons, lone coyote and sand… Continue reading

Green (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #17)

A leaf blows home Swafting in torrents of auburn drafts Pierced through the torns

UNTINGLED (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #16)

no monsoon winds can cool my feet to death’s pit or “unseeming” does slight hairs on the hands rise: frozen front tips and frozen from within; though wind is but all that touches… Continue reading

For The Horses That Can’t Race No More (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #15)

The pebbles will still be trod upon, The crowds will still yell and fawn, The papers will still be torn and fly The majestic track will still weave The clouds will still mold… Continue reading

The Laundry Basket (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #14)

The smell of two weeks or more whimpering like a hungry baby lying on its white crib: oh shirts and pants and underwear; each cradling the scent of a night, a Monday, say,… Continue reading

The Butcher, The Baker, and the Candlestick Maker (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #13)

The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker went for a jog one winter morn in the silver woods by the banks, the banks of the river by the bank. and the butcher, the baker,… Continue reading

Columbus Whispering (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #12)

In quarters, no one dare disturb the great white captain conquistador: all hands for sailing, all feet scrubbing for god, for gold, and for glory; what man Columbus was all will tell of… Continue reading

Believing in Valentines (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #11)

Sixty feet dangled on a crane right after a mate’s divorce proceeding; two pigeons bulleting across the pulleys to reach the rafters of the the 54th avenue skylight, where billboards of hollywood’s next… Continue reading