Speakeasy

the night was a sunken treasure chest  and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways  with a swinging light, walls like a  green dream made of sand,  a single, red bar and  two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]

Lady Blues

a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut  exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed  the bed a heart races  in the aftermath [...]

Seven Road III-V

Below you will find Parts III-V of Seven Road, which mark the conclusion of this narrative poem (see Part I and Part II). I do hope you've found this magical little journey enjoyable. I have grown quite close to this poem during the time I've been working on it. And I strongly believe it should [...]

Seven Road II

I’ve been grappling with feelings of restlessness lately, with a sense that I need to experiment more, to branch out in some new directions creatively. I believe Seven Road marks the beginning of one such novel direction. I knew as soon as I finished what is now the first part of this poem that it wasn’t [...]

Seven Road

View the full text of this poem. I. it’s a white witch kind of Sunday air like a dream catcher, crystal leaves, and all  the pixies from the night before are still standing,  rusted eyeshadow, breasts of wind  and hairs crossed like the  silk of a gin fizz on the back your throat i woke [...]

Afterhours

This post has been formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 11/23/18 It’s the night after Thanksgiving, and I’m embracing the slowness of it. Reading Maslow after a long workout. Motivation and Personality. Relieved of the anxiety that my first apple tarte tatin may not be holiday-worthy. (But, in fact, it was tasty and simpler [...]