Coming Home Swinging creak of screen, key jimmies into lock and deadbolt. Faded red door shudders, slams, bounces. Six chubby feet and eight paws pitter-patter, thump and clatter to my side. Grubby fingers sticky with peanut butter and jelly reach for hugs and kisses. Cold black noses snuffle and huff around my dusty Chucks. Embroidered … Continue reading The Collection, continued.
Category: Poetry
I Have Found Her
I have found her, that girl who plays with fire. She has embers under her eyes that turn steel to midnight. I found her by the moon, molten curls fanned by earthly wind. Her fingernails of opal are lacquered by silver flame and tears of kerosene spark from charcoal lashes. She drinks fire straight, opens her … Continue reading I Have Found Her
Typewriter Moon 