Category Archives: Poetry

He tries to stay light on his feet. His name is not Muhammed Ali. He does not float like a butterfly, he does not sting like a bee.

You stand and watch the patient rain.

i. Hey! Just calling to check in. I didn’t want to call too soon! I was hoping to catch you at home.

With the meats and the poultry all spoiling        for a terrible fight, nutrient extraction is the natural objective.        The produce, too, must be purified.

O merriest, wiliest, and holiest of harlots! ~ Edward IV The poet works the room the way she works words while her students lead thesauresed lives, ape tropes poached from livid legends, glean new meaning from stale and stolen selves:

In computer science, conditional constructs are sometimes referred to as “If-Then-Else” statements: if a condition is met, then an action is performed; if the condition is not met, then an alternate action is executed. What if I were         to begin … Continue reading →

after Helen Hunt Jackson’s “November” This is the beguiling month when autumn days betray my summer lusts,

for Dawn Thompson There is only one rule of any real value