Defenseless Anatomy

Come out upon my seas Cursed missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease? — “Clocks” by Coldplay Defenseless Anatomy And I’m there in the shadows of the sun, the humid air curling the hair on the nape of my neck, your hands curled around my waist as the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles. Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly never to be played the same way again. Was it part of the cure? The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy? Maybe the disease … Continue reading Defenseless Anatomy

A Moment, Turned Around

Your breath mingling with mine is absorbed into my weary heart. Blood freely flows in nourishment of my spirit, renewed. This little poem was inspired by the following lines from “Said the Shotgun to the Head” by Saul Williams. “When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life a resuscitated angel.” Continue reading A Moment, Turned Around

Olentangy Review

. I’m very pleased to say I have a poem in the current issue of Olentangy Review.  In addition to the text, I also recorded an MP3 of myself reading it for their Virtual Reading Room. This was the first time I’d ever done a recording and I had to google “how to make an mp3 recording ” and teach myself. Fortunately, it was quite easy and I felt pretty damn good that I still have a few brain cells firing up in my brain. Although I’m not too fond of my voice, I took someone’s advice and just did it. … Continue reading Olentangy Review

the deep end

Kick against the sun. The great generator, its spangles and chains. Belly into dusk the silence the still air the curve of trance. Let your shadow shimmy over the floor of the deep end. Mysterious. Cool. Like Jimi plucking steel strings with his teeth and spitting out stones. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community where poets share their work and support each other. (image via) Continue reading the deep end

The Big Picture

From the window of a moving train you can see only the big picture. Clouds and a wall of green move past like a dream that vanishes when you wake. To focus on one tree or one house or cloud makes your eyes cross with a feeling of hurtling into space from the broken safety harness of a runaway roller coaster, causing the hours old coffee in your stomach to rise thickly into your throat. Continue reading The Big Picture

Driving To New Mexico, 1973

Stuckeys signs rise into the sky like lamp posts lighting the way from rest stop to bathroom break to late night motels with swimming pools (yay!) In between the miles I read every passing billboard – especially the ones showing sophisticated grown ups holding cocktails and cigarettes (temptation!) White and yellow stripes disappear behind us in the endless flatlands of Texas dotted with pumping rigs like giant grasshoppers bolted in the earth. The first glimpse of purple mountain slopes rise on the horizon like a wonderous mirage after the boredom of dusty plains. Green valleys and twisty roads meander through … Continue reading Driving To New Mexico, 1973