Tonight, I will sleep in the garden Buried under rocks and sand A man will come with a rake every now and then To carve lines into my body And he will say “The flowers are sweet today.” At night when the lights are quiet The moon like a sea shell washed ashore by a…
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Renaissance
The sky is bright today The sky is bright today Pitter-patter, says the rain, beating on my thigh My hands are alive The water falls in myriad ways A fern swallows me The sky is bright today — This poem is meant to accompany this photo, which is a visual representation of an epiphany of…
Read MoreI Am Fire
Great granitic catacombs, hollowed out by flame rust inside my soul. Magma cracks through the crust of my earth, smoking. Metal, molten, seethes at my core; the history of my formation, tumultuous, written in every layer of my skin. Black ash spouts from my mouth, volcanic, I erupt, bursting, spitting, lashing, lava tongues and rocky…
Read MoreTo Say Goodbye
“Sweet, so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing, Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night ’till it be morrow.” What a thing, I say, to say, Goodbye. You breathe petals into my ears, Hum bees into my heart. You crystallize In my fragmented…
Read MoreAnd It Rained: A Poem
Slake my thirst, Dirty green of desert oaks, Grey like ash, You brittle clouds, Waiting to break. Tear in the sky, You will sing Against my psalms. I open My hands To you. — Here in Paso Robles, it doesn’t rain a lot. But I was born and raised in a different part…
Read MoreThe Trees Were Dying
it was just today looking out the window of my car that i saw the trees were dying crumpled into paper figures, a parody of their former selves wrenching, like crooked cursed fingers in the direction of the ground and i their killer. I knew this was no simple thing, like a barren grassless prairie…
Read MorePromised Evenings: A Poem
My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…
Read MoreDon’t Think For A Moment That You Meant Nothing: A Poem
Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were as the sun that lifts the fog. You were as a breath of wind that moves a dune of sorrow And carries it to the seas. Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were a raindrop against the veined leaf Magnifying…
Read MoreYou And I: A Poem
Fingers to the candle Moth to the flame Visions of another life A different kind of pain. A canyon in the alley Between these crowded streets A thousand faces dissipate Hidden in deceit. You and I, ephemeral– Were petrol in the rain Shimmering reflections I’ll never see again. And though that day has fallen With…
Read MoreCulling: A Poem
Some moments are so bittersweet They taste like a drop of honey on the tongue, and A pinprick on the finger, The bee’s sting, reminding me that Beauty comes with a price. They linger, these moments, through the dawn Foggy, settling into the valley for the night. They creep, these moments, culling memories from the…
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The Z-Axis 