Pyrokinection

I Watch the Crows' Breath Fly Across Purple Ink Stained Sky Jack Frost has kissed your cheeks and although I am a bit jealous, I wis...

EXXON/MOBIL ©   2013   I worked twenty years At night, none the less. A gas station. A niteman. A cashier. Coffee, Cigare...

The Age of Aquarius I sit by the grave of water, drunker than fire, burning my crops of sea. I live on rain, with my skin of dry diseases,...

Drive Home &  what if our lives are nothing but a figment Of someone else's imagination Our individual lives are all another in...

Black Hole   That was the moment of crushing,   lying sleepless in the cold hour before dawn, afraid to ask and yet not ask:...

The Mermaids Won't Tell The mermaids won't tell of the myriad dreams drifting out to sea that you burnished with soft youth, then a...

She wore a marigold in her hair She wore a marigold in her hair -the country bumpkin amongst flowers its artless, summery grin trying to ad...