Sometimes I wake up (Though I never was asleep) And in a haze of late afternoon sunlight I discover that I am alive And that alive is a very good [...]

A mark of black in pure white waves, Words the lead defines, Rubbing now my life away, A life between the lines. Each stroke is pain, and yet, With my [...]

Fingers on my left hand going numb around a can of ginger ale Dripping condensation Fingers on my right hand Holding the paperback, hot sunlight lancing through the car window [...]

Arms palms fingertips Cheeks eyelids forehead and lips Crystal freckles speckle my skin Dancing and dancing Without and within The sky is bright and golden grey Above a thunderclap Let [...]

Keyboards have stolen ink-stained fingers The mark of art’s victim Delete buttons bypass the genius of failure The whisper of paper and answer of ink Whisper and think Whisper and [...]