If you are a lost myth why do you haunt me? Nowhere has simple limits. Yet I explore each slight hope as it presents itself and retain just the glimpse of some expectations. We are imitations of collected sources with such potential only as a single response to correct a failure or establish success. So... Continue Reading →

I had a triple bypass surgery and died on the table and was revived: did not know of my demise until I read the doctor's report on his desk while his back was turned to me. One out of every thousand they said, before wheeling me to the operating room door where the doc stood... Continue Reading →

Somewhere in the city far from home A railway station where the trains don’t stop A place where echoing footsteps coldly drop Into emptiness, partnered only By a humming, blank and lonely A power station where the dull ghosts roam. I walked its platform as the evening fell A long still dusk as summer softly... Continue Reading →

you take the summer from this bed and put it in your head, while I make it's thread- stronger in what is said mean us. every time that think of sex blues-ing up sets in fall out and make up- we just drink and want it when we wake up continuous. Photo by Kristin Vogt... Continue Reading →

My dreams rest immersed in the infinite light, above all the unknown paths, where the clouds cry with the oceans' tears. My memories wander through the old valley of shadows or the glorious mountain peaks, where the sunsets and sunrises never end. Imprinted on the sand, the marks of my steps are so small, so... Continue Reading →

Brief middle of two looming voids comes life: a light-in-dark too dim to see by. Peer unblinkingly – or don’t – no shapes will come, no shades reveal themselves. Locate what’s best, what’s open only. Make a vital construct out of flesh. Glory, earthly, unto death. (Can’t care after!) Look to love yourself at a... Continue Reading →

The dog holds out his paw, fuzzy in the photo, but waiting to be held. The boy’s hand is near the paw. his other hand wrapped around the dog, Fixate on hand and paw, human—doggy nails so close, for joy, not pain. This is dog-love, boy-love— As close to oneness as two species can get.... Continue Reading →

I have tried to bury you In a mountain of typed pages. All of these pages, The nightly tappity tap of the keyboard As my mind goes backward to moments, Sentences, a touch Trapped always in the amber inside my skull. This mountain, it keeps growing And growing. Sometimes, like last night, I began to... Continue Reading →

Words are made of air Paper thin ether – supposed to last a day, sometimes a moment The blink of an eye – when past is replaced with remembrance deep from the soil of tinted papers mulch of yesterdays from libraries where dust encrusted lines were fences into another world Words that can germinate under... Continue Reading →