Plenilune

Upon the expiration of  two fortnights, she dons  a star crusted crown and  puts on loose lingerie of  sun-bleached, reflected  light, illuminating herself  and the imperfections of  supple beauty marks left  by asteroid ex-lovers as  shadow tattoos suspended  on the dark tranquility of  her skin; and she moves  with kaleidoscopic motion rotating hues of dusty  … Continue reading →

Nescience

Two mirrors, sharing the  redundancy of opposing stares, see themselves  in the clear,  reflective abyss  of each other’s gaze,  a created, compound  void resembling  the obscure entangled  embrace of legs and arms;  a nebula the opaque  color of possible loves  and losses; a soundless  explosion of nothing,  which is something  yet to be named  by … Continue reading →

NaPoWriMo 2015: 5. Uncle Sam

Listen to the wisdom of the old –Fortune Cookie Ever since I can remember he has been old. always the eldest son always the older brother always the favorite Uncle the one whose sandalwood skin smelled of Old Spice and shone with the dancing light of his smile and eyes that blinked secrets I wanted … Continue reading →

NaPoWriMo 2015: 4. Poets (An Emily Dickinson “correction” Poem)

Poets are lights, oil hurricane lamps, hidden under crowded cupboards neighbors with pans and pots whose time has been used up. Poets lie there, forgotten their wicks spent, their vital light a dying potential like aged suns, Poets sit and wait until needed, until re-ignited, their words are lens disseminating the circumference of truth that … Continue reading →

NaPoWriMo 2015: 2. A telescope sings of Cassiopeia

“You are the star for which all evenings wait” –Anonymous Some wait for the soft, amber pall of dusk to fall upon horizon’s lukewarm body in hopes of catching sight of atmospheric lovers— those who scorch hot crater tattoos upon the earth— permanent reminders of temporary affections. Others trail the streaking interstellar tails of icy … Continue reading →

NaPoWriMo ’15: 1. The Ghosts of Siskel and Ebert (at Our Relationship)

It was not like the movies. This was no romantic comedy. There were no extended glances purposefully exchanged on an accident across the hushed, noisy vacuum of a crowded coffee shop. No songs were plucked from violin strings and no solemn soundtracks narrated slow motion serendipitous sprints through blooming fields of wind blown wildflowers. We … Continue reading →

In loco parentis (Revised)

At polar ends of a conference table cluttered with ink pens and frustration, we sit— teacher, tutor, and school psychologist— talking and watching this child, alone in the middle, drowning and dying: her burned cinnamon arms searching through waves of stapled papers for a life raft that isn’t there; her needle thin legs poking Titanic … Continue reading →