Cold, Dark, and Handsome

This is an older poem which I may or may not have posted (if I did, it was to my now-defunct site). In any case, I thought of it this morning, so here it is: Cold, Dark, and Handsome I like my men cold, dark, and handsome, you say, and I tell you I haveContinue reading “Cold, Dark, and Handsome”

Final Moments

Final Moments When at long last, I draw my last breath and the crowd of people who don’t care– who have never cared and will never care, fighting, arguing people, marching idiots, resounding gongs and clanging symbols that fill the dark canyon in which I find myself nightly, bereft of reason but hoping… at thatContinue reading “Final Moments”


Escape You break so easily, you tell me as you swing the hammer toward my face, and I meet it without flinching, expecting the blow, craving it, the slow explosion of pain across my broken cheeks, the sharp exhale of my shattered breath as it escapes my body and I fall into darkness so deepContinue reading “Escape”

The Death Munchies?

Who knows? I came across this yesterday when I was looking for another story draft to finish. It made me laugh. “I’ve got the death munchies,” I said to an abandoned sea shell. The world turned and turned for no good reason other than it had always turned and didn’t see any point in changingContinue reading “The Death Munchies?”

The Color of Your Sadness

The Color of Your Sadness There is a color to your sadnessbut it flies away on a moanthat barely escapes your lips and I am bereft of knowledge,a child of a man, a morsel of a grainof sand on a strand of angel hair, as remote a chance as that seems,treading where others fain toContinue reading “The Color of Your Sadness”