You sit in sweltering Georgia heat, mosquitos drinking from salted skin. Another glass of sweet iced tea, fingered with Jack Daniel’s sour mash whiskey, sweats in your hand. The moon dips below the lip of your rented wrap-around porch and throws pale light on your rocking chair. Soon, when the warm liquor has curled in … Continue reading To Savannah, With Love
A skull lurks between warped mirros and revolving doors, hissing breath of dry ice pools around my ankles. Fear multiplies around me and in my eyes race across the blood splattered reflections of lost wandering souls searching for the safety of strong arms wrap around my heart trembles and laughs behind me in the purple darkness … Continue reading The Fun House
All of the following are writings/musings/prompt work/scribbles straight out of my poetry workshop journal. These are unedited, rough, messy, and sometimes dumb. I just thought you all would like a glimpse into how my brain works when I don't have the luxury of the backspace key. I've tried to recreate the whole page for you, … Continue reading Workshop Scraps
BACK STORY: I was late sending in my entry for the Hawthorne Heights SuperFan Challenge, so I created a poem to express my apologies and my excuse. Please enjoy. I know I like it. My apologies, friends of string, drum, and chord. I hope you can look past this, this hiccup in our line. A … Continue reading Apologies
I am a singin' in the early spring rain under my Broadway umbrella, top down in the sun in a British import woman. I am a Zelda-saving-Ocarina-playing-Link-loving woman. A Chucks-and-raspberry-skinny-jeans, backpacking across Europe woman. I am a death metal woman. Disney crooning, Frank Sinatra swaying, 80s hair band rocking, OHMYGOD-I-just-hugged-Bret-Michaels-on-TV, and yea-sometimes-I-like-a-fiddle woman. I am … Continue reading I Am…
Typewriter Moon 