Magnet Madness: “Deepest Drink.”

An ode to a lonely, marble bust.

A poem.

A poem.

A poem.

An original poem.

“Flashes of lights. The police ringed round me…”

“Catch palm trinkets…”

The fourth in a series.

The third in a series.

The third in this featured series.

The second in a series of poems centered around a photograph - ekphrasis.

Exploring the cove alone, our author discovers something new.

It was fun licking lips and finger tips and feeling great afterwards, but I started to feel guilty.

Boots and Jacket

blur
   and that feathered V of the boot
   hiding under a ninety-degree angle
same as the angle the world imposes on lone cowboys
life burned into sepia-tone layers
modern-day Marlboro men forced to leather up and traipse about inside of it,
walking without quite letting the world touch them

the shadows and the shirt-coverings blur the same color
western roles [...]