I'm not skilled at wielding a paring knife. Never have been. My mother always has been, though-  Snatching the blade and its victim deftly From my hands to slice through Quicker and cleaner...

I will survive you as I had before you, and will continue on after. I will remember who I was before we met, and resurrect her ashes from all the gardens that I burned. I cleared my lungs of all the pollen...

By the smell of iron and roses By the taste of sugar and blood  By the sound of her voice laced  with kudzu blossoms and honey suckle, nectar dripping against  my neck.  I knew her...

With rose colored eyes she invites me in past her lips to where teeth penetrate the skin or who's skin is penetrated ? I have laid inside her grave  and naked we were  buried in roses...

Yellow rose bush standing tall and looking well, You have many stories you could tell. Some stories of sorrow you might whisper, While the stories of joy you will yell.   Since your...

In the early hours, X lay awake, Wondering how long a better life would take. Even though his heart would ache, He prayed continuously, for his own sake. It seemed no one could relate.   Day...

Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing...

I wondered when I would be opened, when my letters would be renewed. And my thoughts often wondered to a dark place, where there were no bounds, no borders, no grounds, where there are pictures...

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see...

After that moment between Me being with him and me being by myself is over, I am finally able to smile.   I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck And how...