For Every Smile a Stabbing Thorn

I heard the children singing
through a crack beneath my door
and I was shamed at my condition,
three…

Medusa

Loneliness-
perpetual,
asexual:
Breeding
loneliness.

The stench of
a desperate man.

This Peace Doesn’t Sleep

Look to the front
the crone said,
eyes red,
most of me
had succumbed
to the dim hours
of dreamless slumber
but this…