Tag Archive: poetry


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


Half past ten last night Unveiled by cafe’s lampshades Two coffees ignored. —– Dark stains on a mug The babes of beans long since drank Lipstick mark lies pale —– The whiff of the hearth… Continue reading

Thoughts Before The Fall (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #09)

But he has gone, into the bleak Into the trees, my master-lover And sovereign annointed by Blood and unholy trinity. His valour, mine the spirit, him the dagger, mine the scepter, and in… Continue reading

For The Next While (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #08)

Money is an illusion

Love is manufactured

Friends ride the winds

And jobs are a prison

Colored Chalk (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #07)

Until it were naught but colored chalk: