You are so weird was the most loving thing my mother said and you speak Spanish that sounds like Armenian  but her arms were smooth and smelled like bread and she would let me write on her…

I dance through sleep while others dream the stars on their distant throneare nothing to me there will be no more stained glassno incantations I dance through griefwhile others mourn my…

I last saw him that Sunday. Sitting on an old pine log like a nuthatchstaring at the white morning glory in his garden. With quivering hands, he waved as the…

Artist Statement: “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes.” -Samuel Clemens As an author and artist with an affinity for history, I think a lot about the quote above.…

I was spit out the other end of an arrogance high a confident saunter into adult separationas if peeling the dysfunction from my skin would lead to a cellular replacement  Now a renewed adolescentI…

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She’s smiling      the woman whose husband      will shortly have her murdered           whose thimble, whose sheets      whose husband’s flesh           will soon be warmed           by a more obliging body      with a lot…

Finn snorted his disapproval through a nose eternally out of joint. He’d seen better rainbows tattooed on the forearms of dead sailors. The mural covering the old cinderblock wall appeared…

In a late spring rain, the monk made his way along the covered stone path. Glancing out toward the garden where lay brothers were setting out new plants, undeterred by…

dear future me  i felt bad that morning  looking at your imperfect posture when you sat sad deep-like-a-well black eyes  I truly felt bad  although A lot may say I…