Madre, that Spanish man was no good. His hands touched what shouldn’t have been touched His tongue forced down your throat. He said you...

Your room was the darkest shade of burgundy Built upon the remnants of an old nursing home The walls were laden with old photographs...

I spent the summer on my back, staring at the sea Lying in the sand, grieving with all the other vagabonds I could see Bermuda, I could...

Sometimes ants crawl out of my mouth Carrying the things that are dear to me And I am left unable to speak Sometimes I walk into the yard...

There was flute music playing, red apples in the apple tree. There was fog over the woods slapping my mind around My feet were so pale...

But before I could be compelled to listen to the echoes calling me further. A rider and his horse galloped along the trail. The...

Whenever I am alone, Be it in the morning, Just when the top of the golden sun Peaks over the North Adams mountain tops, As I sip...

* On this page I’ve placed words. Your first impulse is to fall in love with them as they are considered ‘poetry.’ They are...

She feels sick. Kneeling before the porcelain throne, She widens the space between mandible and maxilla And lets cuticles press into...

How would I like to sail across the ocean blue, one last time before my eyes shut. I never would’ve thought that I would ever set...