Poetry The Paladin Gangsters 14 Apr 202031 Dec 2021 I’ve had a few encounters with the ladies recentlyJust to rediscover my body and assess its efficacyAfter a life as a monk and eight years of celibacyWith sideburns greying and…
Prose The Letter 3 Apr 202031 Dec 2021 No prince of poetry or prose has ever conjured the words that describe what I need to say to you now. I’ve checked. Yes, you are forgiven. No forgiveness has…
Prose Noah, Part Two 28 Mar 202031 Dec 2021 The ancient wizard ambled slowly and deliberately down the coil of stairs that lined the inside of the stone walls which formed the skin of his remote spindle of a…
Poetry The Bubble of You 9 Feb 202031 Dec 2021 In these last days, when my body’s own adrenalineCauses a cup of coffee to hit me like methamphetamineAnd I have no idea what I am to doMy hope is that…
Poetry Campeona de la Ciudad 26 Jan 202031 Dec 2021 Noah's ark has sailedThat endeavor failedIf God wants me in the Holy LandHe'll have to outstretch his mighty handThis is no cause for a conniptionIt was just a matter of…
Prose Noah, Part One 27 Dec 201931 Dec 2021 The day’s December melancholy draped the hills and streets in the form of an omnipresent mist accented with drizzle. The traveler’s refuge was the festive environment of a Starbucks rather…
Poetry The Widow’s Web 14 Dec 201931 Dec 2021 Each moment in life is like an anvil struck by a hammerEach experience involves a thousand sparks spraying the consciousnessWith a brilliant, luminous, colorful showerProviding the memory with a landscape…
Poetry Aftermath 29 Nov 201924 Feb 2023 Inspired by a line from Silvia PlathI put the pen to paperDesperate to find myself again on a pathBut fearful to behold the scorched earth into which my path will taper My family…
Poetry The Agent 21 Nov 201918 Jan 2023 She was an agent from another plane of existenceHigher, outer, infernal, supernalHe didn’t really know the differenceHe only saw amatory, carnal, maternal He had to tell her the dealHe didn’t…
Poetry The Moment 18 Nov 201931 Dec 2021 SanityThought of as a lack of cacophonyBut it’s a matter of identityAnd one’s relationship to eternity LoveShe flies through my arms like a doveShe flies through my heart like a dartThe curve…