Scrapbook
Tiny wet footsteps
fleeing from bathtime suds spill
giggles into the air. … Read moreScrapbook
Category: Poetry
Jack
It’s an overcast morning, leaving shore
as he stumbles onto a cage of bones,Â
carrying nomadic weightlessness.Â
He feels the “smooth, slippery, cheating … Read moreJack
Betty’s Doll
There’s a plated-gold doll dressed in silks and in satins
with an ornate pink ribbon tied in her hair … Read moreBetty’s Doll
Cocktail hour
there were mornings when i’d wake upÂ
and the weight of my own skin
felt too heavy … Read moreCocktail hour
Junebug
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingersÂ
covered in chalk dustÂ
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug