I had a sister once. Her name was Maud. I never knew her, never even knew of her. No one said. Not our father,  or his son, not my mother,  no one. No one spoke. All were mute for Maud. She never grew old, never even grew up. And her little life  became engulfed in... Continue Reading →

I don’t write about flowers or love, or the embrace of a lover because so many do this so wonderfully that I would rather read their version of beauty than replay mine. Instead I write about how rain watches me- Eyes dangling, while falling but cannot speak what is seen -Who was I to ever... Continue Reading →

It is dark in here and my fingers touch stone, a hollowed cave beneath tons of rock. How did I get here? I can guess. ‘You,’ I say, an accusation in my voice. ‘You showed me the cave. You’ve let me in!’ But it was me who sealed the exit. Like a cavewoman I am... Continue Reading →

I used to love the cold nights, The nights so cold outside that I could feel it in my nice warm house. When she was here we’d get under the covers And we’d talk, Her body up against mine emanating heat. I’d fall asleep after she did and I’d sleep through the night.   Tonight... Continue Reading →

i remember you that blank empty expression no smile to be found eyes that could and would kill no happiness anywhere around only hatred that grew i take a step back blinking my eyes overcome with fear from a glimpse into the past while i stood there starring at the man in the mirror Photo by Drigo Diniz... Continue Reading →

When I lost the first baby not on a bus or a train,  it ran out of me like slow paint across the walls.   It wrote promises in code keeping none of them.   I spent a week in bed staring at the pictures on the calendar  wondering if the small perfect girls on shiny white porches ... Continue Reading →

I was but a character In the moment I wasn't aware In those moments I thought I lived a truth In those moments I was awarded When we've been awarded the character thrives I thrived every time until the texts stopped I was destroyed yet again I would move into my next character I'd evolve... Continue Reading →

I loved you about 80% of the time a fierce love that almost made up for that final fifth in intensity I guess there should have been flags red or white or whatever color signifies danger marking sites of resentment and fear hitting insecurity more than probability would predict   But love is, as they... Continue Reading →

I look out over the field where we made love last night the hum of the power line and faint sweet smell of cordite in the air and wonder           wonder when we will bring           a child into this world            ... Continue Reading →