Category Archives: poetry

You want to avoid being that person who thinks she is a savior of animals like St. Francis or Mother Theresa but in reality her trailer stinks of piss and there are three dead pit bulls in the backyard that … Continue reading →

20 seconds to time out sit in the corner with pouty mouth & flutters I am such a crybaby since he left nothing else to be bereft about, right? no more cheddar in the fridge cat bites me when I … Continue reading →

He’s a sick man croaking smells like death in the dark. He’s a sick man. I don’t know, what’s the fucking plan for what to do when he turns stark crazy and dead, all bruise weal marked. He’s a sick … Continue reading →

Half of me wants to see him dead and the other half of me wants to hover cursing bloody taunts “suffer pangs of hell you mother fucker”. Revenge by smother half of me wants.

His train stormed south from the station wrung with crying. His train stormed south. Can’t kiss goodbye a frozen mouth, I’m stuck alone north of dying. Never loved me, sick of trying. His train stormed south.

I thought you spied him trudging hunched in Baltimore. I thought you spied him crawling, ages past and died in whitewash. Sick on every floor. These memories spilled out before I thought you spied.

Give me some crows: a dozen oily brilliant birds. Give me some crows. Set them on fenceposts pricked in rows Mark each black corvine half by thirds Make them speak crow language words Give me some crows

Move over please Your shadow’s an impinging pinch Move over please Your flesh is cold repellant freeze Oppressive damp touch inch by inch you block the light and make me flinch Move over please

Izzy meows she wants, must have, she needs, right now Izzy meows she wanders room to room all grous- ing looking for mouse shadow shows amuse her, feed her, stroke her slow Izzy meows

Slept dry outside curled in spite of winter’s bloody ice. Slept dry outside. No shuttered bed or dreams inside for me. My cat and I suffice together, star lit paradise. Slept dry outside.