Ghost towns and ghost lands of the mind — Dry lands Hungry lands Quiet lands Bloody sunset lands Crunch beneath my boots Cawing above my head The rustle of the dead Leaves in perpetual freefall Graveyards everywhere These are lost worlds crossed pothole roads Broken malls and gutted Shopping cart towns Broken men. Numb men Lost along the desert Hidden amongst the cactus dreams But there’s no hope here Hope left a sign on the door There’s…

To my parents and sister — She holds her dead baby in trembling arms stroking her wet hair, whispering: “my sweet Megan.” Her husband stands above, the face of ancient stone tears fall like foreign invaders to his lands his heart beating so fast he’s afraid of needing a double bypass like his father. The hospital room sits quietly. Nurses stand guard, holding…

An epic poem about a dream I had — Dusty stone steps spiral upwards like half a DNA molecule in the dark of night Upwards wrought the fear of man lifting Wings of mind with matter stung upon The gruesome twilight of a battle yet won. Voices singing of death and love Phantasms of the past following shadows long One…

A poem about loss and regrowth — Grief is clenched fists at midnight Cursing gods, you don’t believe in leaving your hometown without a plan Changing your walk without a limp suicide without a note or rope a curse, a boulder, a fool's hope. It is a flower withering in sunlight while talking ears off about the days of water. A violin bent and…

A poem to all things waiting for meaning to be revealed — You’ve been alone for so long sitting on a tree that gave its last breath summers ago. No lover, I can see. No song to fill the empty Spaces between moments yet decayed How frail is time to linger upon The dead branches of yesterday. Yet, in truth, I wonder, Who is more lonely You or…

A poem of memory scattered in the present — This place is a lie Catacomb memory a blade of grass in December snow Under a hard land A cold land proliferating Darkness-like burrowing owls In twilight — fearing the howling of truth in a godless place. Orange lights splatter across golden grass swaying. Yet I think of you I think of what…

Art movements in poetic forms — Watching the apple knowing it is more than just a vermillion fruit of savory juice Knowing it is more than a thing Once dangling upon a deciduous tree Knowing what lies within is more Then the seeds and genetic code Knowing, seeing, grokking it’s true Face amongst the stars and black holes How many eons did it take To perfect…

A poem about the abstract nature of art and reality as modes of a dynamic form — In the silence of languid stars radiowaves moan their billion-year-old hearts. I listen, afraid of those clocks that bind, loss in the moonlight of cold ruffled sheets reaching for a single kiss across pulsar fields upon cleft branches – those fallen trees bereft Hope as luminescent phosphoric dreams buried In the…

A poem about being forgotten by a lover — We smile across the train coach harmless shimmering agitated deja vu ruminations. Your eyes searching in the bed of memory flowing Thames across Your face, flowering cathartic light like an innocent heart, searching the woods for home. But I knew, memory keen, hauntingly so, Midnight flurries Masquerading as Insomniac revelations that we had been lovers…