Ecstasy or Pain

Will you be sincere  Whispering into the juice box (jukebox) scared The music, after all the lights are turned out for the day, still plays for ghostly spirits past midnight once a perverted chill takes hold of the concrete. In the Pacific North-West a lone trail rolls through forest bending into Klamath hill.  An orange […]

Whisper

You will see angry men, sensitive and insecure. Take off your angry sunglasses! Or an old lady reaching for French bread pizzas in the frozen section.  “Where is my past of mounding dough down some stone canal in France?” A woman – Lone. “Where are my memories? Don’t you get them anymore?” With dirty eyes […]

Workshop Poetry

Don’t forget the market on Sunday, Don’t forget your Mama. Dotted lights spell coffee behind my eyes,  Blonde hair is braided, cutoff, and thrown away – Drowned in an awkward soda. Cover your mouth. Her eyes dart around the room suspicious of you, followed by a man in yellow… “You’re writing novels over there?” Of […]