escapism
“build a better mousetrap”
they say and my mind
goes to mice
and little tiny feet Continue Reading “escapism (poetry)”
Even weird words have to live somewhere…
escapism
“build a better mousetrap”
they say and my mind
goes to mice
and little tiny feet Continue Reading “escapism (poetry)”
In silence
I have a belly full of stones that are words
heavy down in my gut
two dozen or more “I’m sorry” pebbles
a broken fragment of “that could have been me”
a handful of weighty “yes” and “no” and “I am too”
jostled next to jagged edges of “I wish”
though acid and time inside
have removed the rest
(but I remember that falling star).
It seemed like it might be a good idea to have a little place where folks can interact with me semi-directly, find links to my writing, and generally see what I’m getting up to. This is that. Tada!