All these yearsI tried to save youfrom self-destruction.Nowin these final days —however many are left —you have won.A thousand choicesled to your demise.Suicide by canceris…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Category: Poetry
The light doesn’t normally die in the east, yet there she goes falling off the edge of the earth. The traffic all goes backwards; people…
When four swans swept the south shore, Satan saddled back into his hole so love could flourish, its sound singing and ringing over the water,…
In an apartment in St. Paul, a man stands in the window, looking east. Red rays and dawn’s rosy fingers spread across a sky whose…
The dawn is broken and you are up. There you sit, pajamas draped delicately on your body, the simple joy of your smile filling the…
I imagine you on a mountain top overlooking the ocean wondering how far a thought can swim, or even, why it would want to. Who…
Black sand-swirls sweep up the siren sound of sanity; The dark king shrinks into the small hands loyalty offers. Why? Because the birds will not…