A poem of a thousand clattering dreams — The world cracks apart. Seepage into clean waters and we drown. Losing hold of the right kind of hope Nothingness floating like an island an island from you and him I need to remember I am just a spark that go dark and sputter out right after, they show others the…

A poem of death and rebirth — There are infinities in the swaying bluegrass Jumping crickets at dawn Red smeared lipstick sun Milkweed dew diamonds across the monarch’s Last wing, burning in the twilight star Groaning, desperate spring. As Osiris breathes the dust Of goddess mausoleum lust Timeless relics lost hazy mind Her kiss the flicker of dancing embers as The fire sleeps Ending stories of star people In the fall of…

A poem about cycles — The past echoes endlessly on a loop Möbius strip of regret returned This is not the record I want to play But dark midnight pontifications I’m afraid of the cold floor And creaking under my bed Father’s drinking, mother’s mania Someone, please shut the door And keep out the frigid draft I’m…

A poem about childhood — I’m just more stardust adrift Writing stories to justify my breath born in a time of change Brutal winds and snowdrifts high enough to pull the moon from the sky, held and loved by a thousand glassy eyes. Irish clovers hung across twinkling fake stars As wallpapers peeled slowly across windowsills. From…

A poem of things unfound — Who are we but words Bleached torn-jean poets Addicts washed up along a shore Old hippies counting crows Seashell remembrances Dust bowls and days of old Lost time in empty romances. Worlds swept by street light shadows Bled under a wooden bridge, creaking Instruments out of tune singing Daylight Fading before…

Ars Poetica — The poet speaks through each timeline coiling itself like a python of dying hope a noose of a burning sorrow to break free one day from the room with no doors and streets that are just the room. Do you see? Sartre and Beauvoir naked under the stars talking of cosmic dust existentialism, and the irony of the gods? Did…

A portrait of a life — He packed his life in a Walmart cart filled with what remained after the divorce after the lawsuit and lawyers and the kids packed up and spoke “Goodbye, Daddy.” And that was that. A simple tax evasion Yet he couldn’t flee the sounds of the casinos, rapturing cacophonous chimes and bells, the allure of an easy fix, just…

A poem of ancient relic philosophy — Does anyone care what the dust did back before we existed? Words written before breath came frozen upon the windowpane starlight’s stolen prayers as an old elegy crackle lightening across a meadow Memories burst like dandelion seeds With a single wishing breath everywhere we step, a graveyard For upon the bones…

A Letter. A Poem. A Final Wish. — I think about superconducting vortices my son told me about late in twilight while the weight of a thousand losses buries me in the sands of Dali’s time I think about failed Boolean logic, my daughter explained before she cut me out of her life As I drank absinthe in the shadows…