Lost Verses

Three, Two, One… Thoughts run together–hear the roar of a crowd Wake, inhale influences, reach for coffee in that chipped cup Must run when dreams run long 8:29 is here, then gone. Moments jolt like random jets sprinkling the lawn when no one’s home. Stand at the door keep checking a watch How many years […]

Spotlight [Poem revision]

Our hums collect, sour-smelling like dripping limes under dull a orb in the static sky. Shadows remind me of something sweet, puddles in your bed that felt the static cling to mingle with sweat, impatience and cool sucking lips. We become burning cinders, darting cherry bulbs that smolder. Lick a deadly smoking gun, the match […]

Distilled Dreams [Prose Poem]

Echoes of things forgotten in childhood cast from a mountain are microscopic stones thrown against winter winds. Life flourishing at the bottom. Consciousness freezing at the summit. Iron holds us at the wrists and ’round the waists. Sinking but unable to struggle! Like the nightmare I had on the hard basement apartment floor after mom […]

Reenactment [Poem]

I was sipping sweet sorrow right through his broken arrow. Silly thoughts of sometime last January: We proclaimed our willingness to leave our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths– Then, shared more than a glass or two behind frosted windows. I still see him whenever I please, but his pillow hair is made of dreams. […]

Sherlock Jr. Speaks Volumes (Without Making a Sound)

“All this changes when, a third of the way into the film, the camera points toward the movie screen, which our hero promptly tries to enter. It is the open door into a magic realm” (Parshall 70). This is exactly how I felt while watching Buster Keaton’s cinematic masterpiece Sherlock Jr. This film blurs the […]

The American Dream: Bed Bug Killers or Within A Mouse’s Click of Desire?

I thought you would enjoy reading this spam post from “Bed Bug Killer” because for some reason David Thier has a cult following of pest eradicators… who knew? Bed Bug Killer killbedbug@rocketmail.com 2011/07/15 at 3:34 am It is great that we all have our freedom of expression and you can belt out anything that you […]

Imagine Us in Technicolor

V.1 PROSE-ISH Spark remembrance from Technicolor dreams. More clues than mystery novels, much more difficult to read. Don’t recall the last time you called but recount encounters on counters, chairs and floors imaginatively. Plan to wrap this up, out with the new in with the old. Be compassionate and patient. This just might be a […]

Dizzy Domesticity

A strange dream of a smile split in two. Red dizzy spit pooling in the drain, dissipating in feathery swirls but, the piercing’s disappeared. Silver spike missing from pink gums. A boy I adore lays beside me on a couch leaning in as his girlfriend watches television.  We dare to hold hands where she can’t […]

Dare to Dream, Escape, Become

I’ve been listening to a lot of new music to escape the crappy life of not being able to pay bills or get much of what I want… I want to be a film editor but I’m not sure how, or if, that’s possible. I long to interpret, rearrange, and put together cohesive artistic visions […]

Impossibilities

Parking lots, lockers, a million high schools blurred into one. Twisted hallways, tiny dark classrooms, chalkboards filled. Unfamiliar names, dates, words. Failing to understand but beginning to notice people from reality. Missing teeth are bloody treasures captured in multicolored plastic treasure chests. I must put these real memories and even more to rest. Amusement parks […]

Saw Her in a Dream

I had this weird dream last night. I know a lot of my posts, poems, and days start out exactly this way but this time a true inspiration stuck. Stuck, not struck. Inspiration strikes my mind all the time but rarely does it stick until morning. It struck a bit like bipolar lightning alternating between […]