Back when circuses were still fun, the big ones always had a clown car which stopped in the center ring illuminated by a single spotlight. Clowns kept jumping out; even the littlest kids understood it was a trick, but we all...Read More
Finally, I was able to say that I wanted to be a poet even though I understood that I would be trying to take off on a short runway. The nightmares started immediately: accelerating down that runway but never fast enough to get...Read More
The blurbs on the back of the travel book In the free bin outside the secondhand store Made the book sound affable. The man Took it home with him as a possible pal. The volume was by a male. Happy to sit In his favorite chair by...Read More
Yesterday, rain kept people from the pocket park Where I abide. But then the sun came out And my perambulations on cement near his feet Caught the attention of a tall old man who, Testing a green wooden bench to find if it was...Read More
The man roused to madness Buried beneath singed leaves Bewildered by his surroundings Scanning the desolate upland His movement stirred a vile stench Shifting ashes exposed decomposing flesh He jerked up right aghast Uncovering...Read More
Across the unbroken sea Moonlight traced far beyond the horizon Making its way back to me Gut wrenching in turmoil, debating Never one heartbeat filled without doubt My mind blocking rational thought Blinding lust proceeded...Read More
So, keeping it running is their means Of reeving memory’s diesel engine And savoring his daring, carefree ways When they, too, exceed sixty on route 2. And, soon, his twin brother swaps out The slightly worn shocks and tire...Read More
Given up on old bearded man in cloud-dimpled sky rewarding punishing gilded palace for only goody-two-shoes Even New-Age-Heaven right here, right now is hard to trust Hell—much easier to believe in Is dry flaky skin a...Read More
Near my window I recline at sundown to ponder hallowed things. I asked myself what would it be not to choose this or that fear or fallowed wants but allow chisel in my hand to carve a masterpiece out of marble like Michelangelo?...Read More
His sole split down the center, heel hung out and hitched on a thorn, stained a white rose with his blood. The story set him forth. A prick scratched over his shin, a gash slashed on his brow from a razor leaf in a vertical...Read More
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