“there are those of us who treatour bodies worse than amusementparks and we don’t know when toget off the ride”This I learned from a sallow-facedelectrician whose name I didn’tbother to learneven though he said it twiceduring his timeto talk and I didn’t point outhis was an imperfect metaphor;I go to the nearest collegeacross from the... Continue Reading →

of the dark began on a winter eveningat the age of eight in Queens when I walked downthe creaky wooden stairsof my childhood hometo the kitchen for an apple. When I looked to the snow-filled yard,under the full moon,my eyes caught a clown-like figure. With onyx dots for eyes,a woolen mask was slipped over his... Continue Reading →

Every night her image arrived in the old man’s mind, like a rose wafting sweet perfumed memories into the air, the petal of each rose was unraveling as it drifted down the simpering corridors of time. Each thought was driven into the void with an eerie echo alongside the thorns that were piercing his heart.... Continue Reading →

How I moved away from the body on the ledge,When I had wanted to do nothing more than perch beside it—As I had vowed to do—Is the story of my transformation. On a road I saw her take,I had followed.Whatever was to be her destinyWas going to be mine, too.Whatever was waiting on the other... Continue Reading →

Red flowersweaved in your beautiful hair,spread delicate perfume,white butterflies like your souldance at the song of cardinals,your eyes betraythe sadness of your heart;old painful memories,lost dreams,forgotten tears,a burned candle of the lost lovebut;Spring is here,hopes are reborn,true love never dies,remains forever alivelike a holy sealdeep inside us. Photo by Anne-sophie Parent on Pexels.com About the... Continue Reading →

The abandoned car stood on the waste ground,rusting away, doors hanging off, leather seats ripped.The children played there on warm summer daysbut I was not allowed.The place was dangerousand the children were rough.It was the first time I had ever been in a car.I sat behind the wheel to drive it makingengine noises like a... Continue Reading →

claudius we hearyou are of the immortalssmelling the sky on yousmelling the high on youon tiptoe motorbikewith plastic drum kitand sexy nikonloving the girls of parishaving to go through the browof the boulevardin a busted biscuit tinwhat news from the front old friendwhat news from the ash heapsee where mediterranean boyssharpen their gut rippers dark... Continue Reading →

When love is unusedyour soul feels its weight like gallons of water placed on top of your skullhow do you get those things purgedwhen you did not load them willingly?how do you plead with the colossal spring comprising of unconditional love and gorgeous grace to halt when there's no faucet made for it? how do... Continue Reading →

I was half-mad with despair,Hopeless in love and life,At the end of my rope--so I chose to drown,To cease all pain inSweet oblivion, to beNo more, to be gone….And when I flung myYoung and strong bodyInto that swollen river,I thought that’s whatAwaited me—nothing!But oh I was so wrong,For my agnostic mindCould not foresee theAwaiting vast... Continue Reading →