Many thanks to editor D. Ellis Phelps for publishing my first poem of the new year, Fennel Fronds & Other Currency. In 2024 I only submitted poetry three times and this is the only acceptance I received. I hope to … Continue reading Poem at Formidable Woman Sanctuary
The November breeze wafts throughmy window, a long lick across my faceof moisture more productive than anyexpensive cream advertised in slickfashion magazines. What I’ve learnedis, all the promises of wrinkle-freeskin come down to our empty handsand a stream of money in their pockets. Instead, I embrace my hard-earned lines and the sweet caress of nature. Continue reading Morning Meditation: November 22, 2024
there once was a light that shinedthrough gray, in a fog, in a prison.it didn’t know it was in a prison.to the light, it was homesecurity, pleasurewhere it had all that it needed,where it was content.see? we don’t know what’s … Continue reading Gateway
bitter loverusting through skypounding shineto shadow Words via Magnetic Poetry Photo by Олег Мороз on Unsplash Continue reading undreaming
Outside my bedroom window it’s not quite dawn. Palm tree fronds are black against the lighter black of the birthing day. A lone car occasionally whooshes on the street reminding me of the whoosh of skates on ice. It’s a soothing yet active sound. An early morning sound before the constant growl of engines begins. I imagine these few people going to open their donut shop or to their shift at the hospital. A bird is singing. Why do we always think the bird is happy in its song? Maybe the bird is gathering its strength for a day of … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Skating
It’s a piss poor smileyou givebehind a barbed wire fenceunder a gulf side skyDo not suppose a hookis embedded in my cheekor that I won’t jumpover the sideleave you wading while Iwhirl * Photo by Charlotte Continue reading Fishing
Live ghostlya velvet cloud air lippeddrink warm nights vast & ferociouskiss a fool to brilliancelaugh dirty linger hotshe said, how naked must I be? *** Photo by Paul Wong on Unsplash Continue reading Sky Smoked
I was ready to meet the Oracle but she was grumpy and unpredictable tonight, dismissing my almost-poem. I started again and saved a screenshot when she wouldn’t let go of my last word. So, here’s the screenshot and the poem … Continue reading Autumn Sky
PushA smear of rustA shot of sweatShadows rip the skyLanguage lathered soars waxed and raw Why whisperWhen you can scream The Oracle (aka Magnetic Poetry Online) stopped cooperating while I was composing. She froze right up and refused to obey. … Continue reading Push
Joy is almost never brilliantlike champagne and starsIt’s steel and concreteand hard things exploredthen danced upon naked * Creative energy compliments of Magnetic Poetry online. Continue reading Light Bulbs & Windows
