Cup after Cup |
Spilled coffee burns my bare and untreated skin
Cup after Cup
But I feel nothing.
You watch this and wince
but ask for another.
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 08:54:00 GMT |
Smile |
I could sit here all night and question a good thing. A smile. Who was it for? What did it mean? I spoke, but my simple words didn't warrant such a gift did they? All I know is that I was glad to see ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 20:59:00 GMT |
My Dark Hero |
You waited for me as I packed up my bags, and gathered my coat from the chairs back. I followed you to the spiral staircase, and matched your quick downward steps. This caused dizziness in me, and I b...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:08:00 GMT |
Mimic |
Leaning across solid pine. Limbs, yours and mine, rest against dark grain. Reaching out.With only a slight stretch of my fingers, I would be touching yours. Can you feel it? Tilted heads, we stare at ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:33:00 GMT |
Ink Written Confessions |
An emotionless task repeated in sequence, clikity clack, spelled out his disgust for me, as I approached the common area computers in the lunch room.
He abandoned the computer at my request, and walke...
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 00:48:00 GMT |
The Transfer |
The Transfer
He walked on callous palms.
Hands for hands.
Hands for feet.
Applauding himself with each step.
Passing pews of people,
and stopping in front of me.
On my knees.
I kissed the demon with...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 08:34:00 GMT |
Publication Announcement |
My poem, Pool Hall Princess, has been selected for publication in the next issue of TRANSverse. The journal was founded two years ago and is part of the Centre for Comparative Literature's graduate pr...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Dec 2005 10:43:00 GMT |
On the silence of a Sunday |
..they were lined up like criminals, and some of them were, along an endless brick wall. They wore jeans and long sleeved work shirts, cuffed and blackened by years or motor repair which they had neve...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 12:00:00 GMT |
A Message Meant For Me? |
I passed a young man, dressed inappropriately for the year, sitting alone on cold concrete steps and staring blankly into the depths of the darkened park. The word hope was displayed across the front...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 09:08:00 GMT |
Animal Of Choice |
You expect me to shoulder the blame for all of your problems and now youve punished me once again?!
Im tired of being the only one who is putting forth a strenuous effort to save this limited frien...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:55:00 GMT |
