The Critics Threaten Rain

I was poised (thoughts hovering cloudlike) to write a poem about the weather   until the post appeared (iciest of Continue reading →

Counter-Intuitive

All bodies want to live— Especially in crisis, they fuel themselves for escape, pushing down other victims in their race Continue reading →

Psycho-Biddy

This face has changed, angelic to angled,   but do not doubt what I can do,   the lightness of Continue reading →

Werewolves

What I remember is his taste,   all these years later after it ended like a gunshot.   I wonder Continue reading →

Slasher

We all wait for the happy ending— the masked man back in the lake, his machete bagged and taken as Continue reading →