Forbidden Thread

A loose thread hanging free from a hem with a tiny persistently begging little voice digging into the ear like water torture “Pull me, pull me, please set me free!” Becomes an unscratchable growing itch just below neck between shoulder   blades the Midwest on the map of the back


tripping deeply a proverbial big toe caught on something unseeable like jet black stone on dark path at night and being unseen, remaining unknowable, like the vague face of a passerby calling out your name while your steady powers of facial recall fail to produce a name and draw into doubt the idea that you really ever knew […]

Rise and Fall

The long hard gradual awakening remnant of a bruised slumber peels and rends like dry burned skin leaving charred sheets burdened with little tears of yesterday in small pools clinging fast making small salt edged circles on the fading woodwork of old memories

And You Said

and you said you couldn’t stop because it was cunning, and baffled you just kept right on despite the wife packed up one foot out the front door kids, midnight sleepy-eyed dragged to cold running car that’s not me, though, that’s you, and not my pathetic story about your weakness and you said you couldn’t stop after berating […]

August Fishing

Diamond tipped and gentle waves calmer with distance from a long passed boat lick the sides of the pontoons below the our boat’s deck make rhythmic smacking sounds like a host of giant lemon-soured lips Four bobbers slip up and down on the same, now broken, waves dipping shortly under water giving the illusion of a […]

Coming Forth — A Tribute to the Band “Slint”

Slow slithering lines meander leaving breadcrumbs of ideas behinds as they slowly work to a sudden stark shattering and climb slowly back down into a quiet contemplation before slashing raw again the slow slight peacefulness with jarringly sharp edges of middle-class bent anger and suburban frustrations boiling always just below the surface of everything just […]

She Wears T.S. Eliot

T.S. Eliot reads across her back “Come in under this red rock” and wears it proudly and loudly a badge, a token, a talisman for striving ahead and leaving the old behind where it belongs the strong lines burned in black are what I read when she sleeps a reminder to me to always strive […]

Signs in Florence

Unexplored streets invite curious minds a combination of ancient and modern walking in Medici’s steps down Piazza della Republica past bastions of capitalism seemingly out of place in the old old buildings heading toward Ponte Vecchio across the river to shop in shops filled with tchotchke and turning right instead of left we wander uphill past houses old, […]


falling over and down into the severely stark edges of dusty old cold shadows that stretch out loosely from dark corner spaces in gravely shaded rooms producing lacerations and bruises on bruises as blackened barbs catch sleep shrouded shin skin naked unarmored arms on the way to midnight ritual of quick snacking or full bladder relieving.

Fresh Snow

Fresh white sheet on a newly made bed smooth and featureless save for lonely large prints meandering wild and drunkenly toward a far and distant darkening thick woods shrouded in evening light where prints quickly dissolve among shadows like thoughts caught between awake and asleep