Thursday, October 8, 2020


 I dreamed water in a grave.

Dreamed cats with no eyes.

I dreamed I had never changed.


I dreamed the shop of secret merchandise with those men you know living in the back.

I dreamed the apartment where we lived was this shop.


I dreamed I was blind.

I dreamed I had never seen.

I dreamed it was your dreamed.

I dreamed.


Saturday, July 11, 2020


 Identity Theft Protection


You stole my identity

You stole my personality

You steal my intelligence

and my memory of how to draw flowers.


Crack the combination of my sexual history.

Dumpster-dive my defects and the numbers assigned them

But give me fair credit--

I’ve bought a cross-cutting shredder.

Steal the law

and steel me.


I must leave now.


I live in a toybox with my old old dolls and my play animals,

who bear no numbers and were paid for in cash.

Drug thieves have access to my former soul

but have no interest here.


Friday, May 1, 2020

The chalklines of your courage form the yard I live in.
The anger you protected me from lives in a basement room of our old house.
Your voice has never left.
I see your smile in the top right-hand corner of my new apartment,
Your arm around me on a table with a purpose,
Our anniversary portrait in the closet.
I hear your laughter at any moment,
But in the syrup of sadness, when I miss you most, you leave.

Be Thou My Vision

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Friday, September 13, 2019

She Never Even Knew

Honestly, I just don't understand how that would make you sad. 
What does the counselor say?

Thursday, March 28, 2019

My Death Says

My Death Says 

A dark blanket soft on a bed you never see.
The sheets don’t  get dirty,
And no one tells you it's time
To get up

My death is the music man with
his black hair and white teeth,
His flamenco doesn't miss the beat.
His words warmer than the land he claims.

My death says let's dance.

My death says I am the most beautiful woman alive,
And most men don't know how to treat a lady.

He says he will pick me up tonight in his Towncar.
He says you cannot know and you cannot understand.
He says here let me carry your bags.

A Clown in Time

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Play Funeral

Sometimes the Girls Played Funeral

They chained dandelions to decorate the dead,
Filled vases with roses and mimosa fans.
The mortuary was the shed out back
Where Old Daddy kept his drill rig.

It was best when Peach was the deceased,
Lily the preacher,
Rae the audience.

Peach lay stretched on Old Daddy's pine work bench,
Serene as stone.
Rae cried and questioned God,
Rolled on the cement floor
Like a fish in dust.

Lily stood on a crate
And spun the story of the loved one,
Dead by a sudden violence,
Snake bite, train wreck, stray bullet,
On the way to ever after with his true love.