The demon clutches in the belly like a claw that screws as well as grabs. It hurts better that way in the deepest way. The darkest way. Wa

Because I thought I saw Jesus within the pulsating wall A prophetic drawl Pathetic bawling Incessantly crawling back beneath the...

In frost covered fields With garnets congealed A pomegranate drips Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field A twilight blooms

That world wanted to place a label on me and to condemn me to a lifetime of servitude to it....

To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

I stood at the edge of the reflecting pool With water cascading, lush and cool I jumped into that pool of sun And sank simply down with...

You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands You’re a phosphoric, Promethean...

The key is to detach and then to reduce it down to the roots, strong solemn things that grip the body, and smooth out the mind in copse...

I wish that you’d listened to the call of leaves and the purring in trees, but you got distracted, turned away (as they do), and left me...

I have a love for beautiful views that began when I was a child. I’d sit on top of the monkey bars or sit in my favorite hemlock tree...

When I was a girl, I could never figure out what color my eyes were. I would stand in front of the mirror, my face barely reaching the...

I go away Are just three words I use sometimes To break the silence of a fragile state I go away, I say, when the moonlight breaks...

I’ve been casting you in lineaments, you vaporous thing. You’re a distorted mirror that bends ‘round my mood. A cold surface of marble...

Fireworks burst like Dandelion heads I blow at the sky Wishes bloom in red

And gold drips through fingertips —coagulated sunlight— soft globs of me spilling out everywhere.

I’ve been lingering at the edge for awhile. And in spite of things. In spite. In spite. Despite things. To spite things. I continue in...

I want to drag you down and drag you under like a lion drags its prey. I feel the shadows forming in my eyes. And lions hunt at night,...

I’m sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the cars murmuring outside and I sit to collect within myself the emotion. At night I lay it...

In the Shenandoah Valley, there’s a chapel that sits next to a farm. And on early Summer mornings it appears through the mist driving...

This black night, which envelops me—I cling to the shroud So that I may remain Awhile longer Unexposed Before pale blue light swells...