Ten Years of Unpacking

March 21, 2008:  I knew the call would come. I’d been bracing myself for it all morning. Tense and rigid, as if that would somehow protect me. “You sent the police to the house?! You BITCH! Like you haven’t caused enough of a shit storm already?!” I lost track of what else was said and…

Silent Pictures

  Posthumous silence, no clocks keeping pace Sepia stain masquerading your face Time standing still on twelve moons never seen, tugging my sleeve, so curious and clean Frozen in frames on your living room floor, these blue flannel daydreams I slept in and more- The future lay scattered with jackets and jeans, beer cans and…

Failing on Purpose

What if you yanked your finger from the Hole?  The One the Man you can’t remember now told you once,  with his eyes, must remain filled at the cost of Your life.  Would the Others notice the torrent spilling out onto Your scorched landscape?  Can’t they see Your earth is thirsty?  They – the Ones…

closet space

  feet slide to the floor while it rises to meet the day reptilian brain stalking prehistoric prey   while you lay sleeping, dreaming and slinking something came creeping, invading your thinking   reminiscent, reticent, then quiet… then… nothing powdery box of noxious offerings mixed with your morning coffee   a dour thread unwinds the…