Wednesday, January 30, 2019


I used to have a way with words

I used to have a way with words.
Consonant constructions climbed
Stark dark and slick with rain
To tower glowering
While vowels howled
Through ovate openings
Wide as eyes alive with fear
To hear rhymes chime
Behind blind walls
As their echoes spilled
Into chill still
Streets of
I used to have a way with words.
They have their way with me.

Monday, January 07, 2019


The blankness

This is intimidation,
Staring back at you.
Open, hopeful.
Scoffing, scornful.
Daring you
To pick up the brush,
And prove yourself

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