Napalm And Novocain

Lathe A form turning, the wood shavings pile up in the floor. She was told she was beautiful. A father holds the keys to the car out,...

In the Gathering Dark When you held my breath in trembling hands I knew we were good for something, for eggplants and ovens in the fal...

Mulled Over I sit on the old porch swing, roughened wood and frayed ropes moving slowly with a creaky sway, smoke curling from a heavy...

Us there was you wanting me to stay offering your strength to bite my shame spit it out into colourful memories design a new beginni...

Acetylene We once walked arm-in-arm, but now your burn circles of fire into the air with your hand. You lit me with acetylene-- my ...

Perforated Smoke I first laid eyes on her in noon-hour standoff certainty of contrail breath swirling swallowed heat to thighs of dis...

November   Wendy used to think that November was the safest month. The evenings came early.  Mornings came late. She rose in the dar...