Ferocious – Inspired by Jodi’s Monsters

I’ll be your love monster. Ferocious in my hugs for you. Little nibbling bites here and there – on your earlobes, too. I’ll roar on mountaintops. I’ll roar on seashores. I’ll roar from… Continue reading

Soul Searching

Illustration by Poet Rummager I’ve hung the missing posters – stapled them to light poles. Only the wind answers back in haughty undertones. Fool, it huffs, as it slaps my face, Humanity is… Continue reading

Haiku Film – Save A Life

Don’t shoot when you’re mad. Write feelings down in poems. Save a life – Haiku. I hope you enjoyed my 12 second microfilm! I’m now offering the gun pen with my original handwritten… Continue reading

Caravaggio Dreams

Ah, Caravaggio, you come to me in a dream. We both hold on to the darkness – painting canvases seeped in sanguine. Red is the color of my cheeks as I blush when… Continue reading

Dream for Me

Upon my pillow, visions of things that could be.  All gone. Dream for me.  My words are to thank those who gave their lives, so we may continue to dream. 

Perfect from Afar

The tree looked perfect from afar. As I drew near, I saw quite clear – it was broken. It’s beauty didn’t waver in my eyes. The flaw made it more cogent – for the… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poems: Bruised, Yet Hopeful

Within this brick wall, lies my heart where no light shines. Rejected, it sleeps. Hidden in the dark – dreaming so damn hard and tight. You’re not mine, it weeps. In this tiny… Continue reading

I Stand

Wedged in a tight space, dark surrounds and comforts me. Soul screams to be free. I push against walls. Fragile membrane splits and breaks. Light warms my cold face. Closed eyes now open.… Continue reading

Sleeping with Strangers

You snore close to me, yet I don’t even know your name. Forced intimacy with people I will never see again. I’ve been stranded in Atlanta, GA for close to four hours. The… Continue reading

Unraveling

Jeans faded like memories. Blue is the color she wears. Love unravels in her pocket. Torn smiles impossible to repair. The buttons hang by a thread. She won’t think to mend any and… Continue reading