Monday, June 08, 2015


Bad boy, mad boy,
with knife-fight scars on his arms
and a lazy gaze that knocks me to the wall
and freezes words upon my tongue.
I want to run.
But God that voice.
Like the rumbling of a restless earth
echoing my own discontent.
He is six feet, four inches of walking danger,
with too many tattoos, scuffed boots
and bricklayer hands.
Pure bass that pulls me to the ground.
Down, down, down,
to the hunger buried deep,
where orange and red seeps
and pulses between us,
hazard lights flash
a warning clear as day
while an arrogant smile whispers “stay.”
I want to run…
but can’t decide;
to him
or away?

Monday, April 08, 2013


My muse is a sadist.
Together we trip, tangled
in the ropes around my heart.
I cry. He smiles.
And life is born.

Thursday, November 01, 2012


Jaded, bitter, borderline.
Suspended in lukewarm oblivion,
I float just below the currents of life,
watching warped realities, like sunlight on water,
dance before my eyes.
They take form, dim at first,
until like fireworks they burst
into brilliance disguised
as words.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


There are a hundred
caged blackbirds
fluttering wildly
in my womb.
Each day their wings
beat harder.
Someday they will
find their way out.
And where will
that leave me...
but broken
and bleeding
and maybe,

Monday, April 04, 2011


One step at a time.
A good approach
until tears blind us
to the stairs.
Crawling it is.


Piano arpeggios,
the smell of the stage,
red velvet curtains,
the turn of a page,
faceless bodies
a hushed crowd,
careful words
sung aloud,
a spotlight blinding
your tortured stare,
yet somehow still
you found my chair,
and whispered Brahms
like a verboten

Sunday, April 03, 2011


I trespass where he hides,
where spring fog hangs heavy
and the sound of the lapping sea
weaves melodies that never could,
never should be,
suffocating the harmony,
quickly disarming me,
I am found.
He steals my weapons
and flees.

Thursday, February 03, 2011


Ah dear misery,
ti amo,
friend to
the artist,
and author


Warm breasts pressed
against frigid glass,
as ice laced lips trip
over words frozen
in my mind,
I shiver in the wind
that howls between
our hands,
"if you dare to touch me now
you'll catch an early death,"
brittle words within my breath
freeze without a sound,
and tremble softly to my feet
like snowflakes to the ground.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

sneeze, please

My head is full of words
stacked in neat, orderly, piles,
collecting dust, and waiting
for someone to sneeze.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Peace Potion

Waiting alone
in teardrops and tulle,
playing the fool
in a drama of dreams,
nothing is as final
as it may seem,
shadows loomed
and fears were assumed,
until a sprinkle of peace
in the form of his sigh
arrived to save her
from an unwanted goodbye.

Friday, November 05, 2010


I am nothing but a shell.
A figment in my lovers
long abandoned dream.
An actress in an endless scene.
A flower dying, tired of trying
to blossom and bloom
in a dark, tiny box
cut off from the light,
without any room,
night after night,
day after day
I wither away
in a perpetual,
cold winter

Thursday, October 28, 2010


I shine as bright as that
little white envelope
lighting up beside your name
and draped in transparency
I offer what's left of me
prostrate on a platter
of impious and purposeless

Sunday, August 22, 2010

silver merchant

When he speaks
I hear
a silver merchant
pushing his cart to market.
The tinkling, jingling,
of goods on display
that stirs and awakens
a sleeping town.
And the merchant smiles,
crooked, sincere,
at the promise of
a bountiful day.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010


Kali-Ma twirls in my root tonight,
leaping, laughing, screaming, loving.
Freedom, wild and divine,
running through woods.
My sacral explodes in light,
ignites Manipura,
expanding in spheres,
spinning loose fears,
and I am,
I am,
I am