Pyrokinection

Concrete Stairs Smoking outside again, sitting on the concrete stairs descending into dad's garden, the grey clouds covering the sky, i...

SURBURBAN SOLITUDE Streetlamp with Swedish hair like beams of straw fueling Van Gogh gas chandeliers, enters this habitat, this hab...

STRUGGLES AGAINST White cloth captured by weed barbs violently flapping, twisting in wind to escape, release, rejoin currents swirling, bar...

Garnered Wisdom… Memories are like sparks born when on days of pregnant quietude, two jarred stones of moments create friction b...

Master of the Game Sweetly singing, the sun is like a youth of light, a sea of broken hours. I pick my way through its clear ey...

DYNAMO 5 a.m., she vaults onto the pillow -  no easy landing. “Wake up!” She never learned to puppy-pile,  cuddle comfort again...

Disjointing During a hiding game at a back-yard barbeque party, the summer of my twelfth birthday, my father and his professor fr...