Remember that Apple? The one in the story? It’s not what you think it is. Some stories say that it was from the Tree of Knowledge, but that was the greatest deception of all. It was from the Tree of Belief. The sin of man was not to know more, but to abandon faith and … Continue reading The Apple 2
Remember that apple? The one in the story? It’s not what you think it is. Some stories say that it was from the Tree of Knowledge, but that was the greatest deception of all. It was from the Tree of Belief. The sin of man was not to know more, but to abandon faith and … Continue reading The Apple
I have finished my second book! It Hurts When I Do This Available at LuLu press, and from me. $5 per copy, or you can buy this and People I didn’t meet, because I was afraid to ask their name, for $8 from me. Drop me a line, and we can arrange pickup.
Afterwards, he spoke. your virtue tasted like meringue, lighter than infatuation, and smelled of store brand vanilla. it gave a bit of resistance to the bite, but melted in my mouth, instantly. it slicked my lips, then was gone, like nothing. but the aftertaste is cloying, too sweet to be pleasurable, and clings to the … Continue reading Meringue
I looked around expecting to see light, But we were doing that dance Where we talk about poetry, Or at least what we believe About the meaning of words That we toss for fun, But also for the blood they draw. The glass was half empty, But now it has evaporated, While we argued about … Continue reading Air and Space
I looked around expecting to see light, But we were doing that dance Where we talk about poetry, Or at least what we believe About the meaning of words That we toss for fun, But also for the blood they draw. The glass was half empty, But now it has evaporated, While we argued about … Continue reading Air and Space
I leaned against your name, perfectly rendered. It was given you by your father, and you gave it to me. I feel the cool of your touch in the summer afternoon, the reminder that you love me and welcome my visits as much as I crave you as if you were here. Your body is … Continue reading Stones
“Turn it down,” I shouted as I banged upon the skies. “You shine too bright, I’ve got to sleep, but cannot close my eyes” though the moon’s enchanting laughter rained like stars on forest bed, I felt the threat of morning like an ice floe in my head. She said, “tonight’s my special night, you … Continue reading Once every 18 years
If you’ve come to save my soul, we should talk, first. The last time someone tried, I almost lost it from my body, by my own hand. Saving my soul may be what you thought it was, but it did not mean the same thing to me. For you, to save my soul was to … Continue reading Save my soul
The summer mist pours into the valley just as the sun sets, smelling strong of the alfalfa freshly cut in the next field, paving oil, down on the route, and the last of the season’s lilac blooms from bushes that escaped my great grandmother’s garden, 50 years ago, combining so the air is thick enough … Continue reading Summer Mist
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