Tomorrow evening I will be reading selections from my upcoming and first poetry book tentatively titled Betweens, as well as … More

Portrait of a Young Mother

Angel has four children. Each with their names and faces and minds— unique yet alike. Angel was in prison … More

Push Pull

Waves push pull, the media bobs at the shifting surface. Waves push pull; we swallow brine like sunshine rays. … More

You can only strike with one edge of a sword. No more denying it or speaking against it. I toss … More

What a glorious morning you could call this one in particular. A morning where time stands and has loosened … More

Your virtues (burning at the stake) Your pride (suffocating in smoke) Your passion (whittled down to bone) Your humility (in … More

I don’t want to hear it from anyone this morning. Not the dog, nor the mailman. Not Ed across the … More