Prose & Poetry

I miss in the missing Touched by wind-flood Its fingers swirl about Features I often fought […]

I fell in love with a man who eats clouds with a spoon carved from rainbows.

You held my wind whipped cheeksin your calloused pale palmsand told me, just how tendercheeks can

You should have been my master and I should have been your slave: Then, oh, what

Flashback: Jan ‘96, my first day at Hasbro Toys. Mattel, our nemesis, launches a hostile takeover.

I woke up stale on the chaise lounge, yesterday still on me. A shower, enough hope

I eat Triscuits out of the box One already in my left hand while I finish