Bits Of An Insomniac

composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee

love-list letter to my hometown

sky for parchment, wind for pen- love-list letter flung over this town- let it rain. How I fell in love with these streets and this dirt and this salt-wet air, again, even as I'm saying good-bye, even as I'm going... Continue Reading →


Lights so bright they’re blinding

Like Lady Macbeth, The old woman wept- Out damned spot! Out! This here lot, Refuse to see the rot, Out damned spot, I say. We cannot talk of grief today- This here sky fits only sun, They'll shun the one... Continue Reading →

Soap and lies and other things

Lavender and honeysuckle, bubble gum or pear, All this soap- Lends the hope, That we can somehow mask the stench of Here, All the thoughts we bare, All the failures we dare- There is time and luxury to mask the... Continue Reading →

of hope and desolation in Odessa

At gut level, Odessa is a wordless space of early dark, clean cold, wild dogs, soup and oranges- and lots and lots of wild, clever, candy- hungry girls. Trying to tell the story of anyone or anything- like trying to... Continue Reading →

Mysticism in my coffee

Spoon of sugar, heavy roast brew, Space of stomach, thoughts of you- cast the water upon your hurt- Worship all this world has wrought.   In destruction, we bowed our heads- I prayed to God (you wished Him dead)- I... Continue Reading →

self-sabotage (or- an ode to the hopeless)

a daily misfortune- I swallowed the sun, winter afternoon the day's half gone- and all last night's inspirations, I've kicked them in the heart- and those plans and aspirations, have surrendered at their start.

nothing dressed up in something like the truth

sometimes all we can do is skirt the unthinkable, and create a confession of hints and references- create a diversion with metaphors and similes and veiled rhymes- and oftentimes, all you can say is nothing at all what you mean,... Continue Reading →


Built myself a boat out of the grief- frightful contraption cast out to sea, held snug together by raw belief and an offering of all of me- and, fashioned out an airplane from my rage- (how deep will the pain... Continue Reading →

the story of me

I will tell the story of me tonight, due to the dust on the fan- the strength of me gives me fright- I never know how long I can keep the poker face, the smooth skin thighs, the sacred place... Continue Reading →

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