Beauty has no jurisdiction in the sleepwalking morning. Creaking joints and eyes not awoken from slumber quite yet […]
You walk the moral high road While we sit far below Yelling for you to jump This was […]
At the wedding of my longest standing friend I lost my voice. “Oh, how do you know Beau?” […]
If I could dump this mind like a bucket I’d weigh less than a whisper across water, less […]
Oil on Canvas This was originally published in Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.
Strings of dollar bills hang from the ceiling as though they’d been put up to dry. Thousands and […]
While listening to an author recite her latest poems, I become infatuated with her voice, with the magnetic […]