She curled up with them, their black and twisted horns catching in her hair and sticking in the back of her mind. She slept soundly, hiding herself in the hollows of their many eyes, warming in the fires of their bellies. Five-pointed stars burned black in the nighttime around her, keeping her locked in the … Continue reading Who Dreams with Demons
The obvious-- Gray dust, the narrow escape of an electric death and the heavy balm of summer nights. The hidden-- Yellowed picture in Grandfather's coat, a first kiss under Midwestern porch light, and the whispers of children.
We are born in litters of hundreds, taken home in loving manicured hands. These polish-tipped mothers situate us together criss-cross applesauce. We are just like our mothers, different colors, shapes, and sizes. We are strong like them-- rarely breaking, always bending. Sometimes we are lost, and like them we spend time alone. We are always … Continue reading Bobby Pins
Belleville Bound from Ohio to New Jersey Dayton settles into sleep, reflected in my rearview, dim lights winking off. Orange shadows stretch down alleys and filter through curtains. I race the moon to the horizon. The white and yellow highway lines flicker past me, blurring and fading around the folds of the endless foothills. Heather … Continue reading Belleville Bound
WE REAL DARK the black tattoos dozens on the guitar player WE REAL DARK. WE STAND STARK. WE WEAVE STORY. WE SCREAM GLORY. WE CLASH CROWD. WE FADE PROUD. WE GROW OLD. WE STILL BOLD. -- with apologies to Gwendolyn Brooks
Typewriter Moon 