Nosegay

What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms, on his deathbed all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]

The Killer

I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.

My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.

It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….

Lost  

These beasts snapping from all sides just before they ate me alive I sang a tune they fell asleep then dead except for one hatched in my head. I’ll tame it at home– but where is my staff of light where is the map I had in my sack– lost. I like Of Monsters & […]

Mystery

Sometime before the land turned away from light The wind in the wild mustard slowed The sun, being where is always is, the moon too Twilight and moonrise were in me. Something small and quick sprang and ran. The long grass bent as I watched the urge to chase Corner and kill rise and fall […]