Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Tight-chested cold breath,
anger burning through my cheeks--

I jaywalked tonight,
and raced a car to the center of the street.

Needless to say, I lost.

Friday, March 25, 2011


Visions of hate

and loved ones splitting,

fathers drinking,

drugs and rape

Tissue tearing

cutting, dripping

teardrops streaking,

sunken face

But there's a pill--

the doctor's orders:

uppers, downers

lifelong drowners

Medically made-up

motion sickness

cycling, turning,

three times a day

But my stomach,

empty, burning;

and my nerves,

static, controlling...

To my surprise,

have come to meet

an all-consuming

heart-felt yearning

to kill this hurting

and hang to dry.

Hot flash, cold spell,

light head,






I've always loved the look of clotheslines, but not so much the feeling of being strung from one.