SAN FRANCISCO

Rough draft

Clean Smiles
Rapture pours through your mouth in a smile
set to burn a crucifix below my milky
skin and though my feet are smoldering the path
to seaplane flames
the priest finds a way to bless me first
before Christ hands me off to monks hiding spiders in their nails.
Before my mother begged “Bless me, bless us all,”
I reminded her: [...]

Fall has arrived

A lovely chill has come over the Midwest and already I can feel Fall seeping in, drying my skin and beckoning forward my boots. I adore this season and the productive writing that somehow manages to come with it, so here’s to Fall and may much prose flourish throughout.
Sirens Loosen Seams
Your voice like calliope adorns [...]

Fabric water poetry

Walking Through the Ocean in Lace
Plunge into salt sand,
an invisible blue stain sea crashes lace onto skin,
onto plying limbs seeking the shine of the moon.
Rays full and reflecting, reveal the riptides teasing,
the shredding of a fabric slip tight to your bodice.
Waves walk through you, imprinting patterns with force,
a nature mother once warned could conquer.
And as [...]

Return From A Lack Of Words

Light Stained Dreams
Crackling with lights chameleon
in their neon nature,
the city breathes noise
blurred in streams of transport bodies
careening through bright luminosity,
that humming of silent selling, flashing
irises in wonder of edifices waxing,
the glittering glow across cheekbones
warms the evening black.
The streets need no moon to shine,
only their secret outlets pulsing,
electric waves pumping
through veins to bulbs
to footsteps tapping concrete
like [...]

Gone to the Coast

The temperature is reading past 105 degrees tomorrow and so I shall pay the ocean waters a visit. Green-glass sea, sand and sunshine awaits me.

The product of C’mon Miracle listening and blurred backseat visions

Burnt Offering
Take me in your tusks
and raise me as an offering
for sparkling rain to dance
on soil where leaves,
berries and heartbeats breakdown
to breath mulch miracles
through these pulling veins.
Back arched in the demons grip,
take me, sky cloud, to an island
where we will blossom
into glass blankets to catch
the metal sun splinters
and mountain shadows
in between our imagination
and the equator.
Ghosts [...]

F L A S H M O B

I’m convinced the world would be a better place if we would all just partake in some flashmob chicanery. Watch some Swedes bust a move, and beat it, in a tribute to Michael Jackson.

Burn me bright

Burn Me Bright
Let’s paint the sky orange
in a sequin magic sequence…
A shower to sparkle
coconut skin scandals
hotly glistening,
hearts quaking, melting streets
where our concrete romance
throws flames towards sun’s creosote stars.
Burn me bright,
burn me   b  r  i   g   h   t,
burn me.

Desert Poem

Sunset Spider Catapult
Waste me wind,
on your back
and lead me to your ocean—
the sultry splinters
clicking in the night quake,
the nearby whistle of a waking moon
floods me with the secrets of
your eyelids
locked thick from feathers
breaking the sky.
You are my sticky sweet finger wings
reaching through the breeze
to bend my body,
fold my limbs,
wrap my veins in you.
Opal me and [...]