Rainbow Salad

A poem of raging becoming

This morning, Thanatos came to me when my eyes were shut.

The song is ended but the melody lingers on. — Irving Berlin

Beneath us, the second-guessing looms, a silence grows like a blackhole filled with unknowns, a chorus of questions unanswered. We balance…

The ocean of dunes stretched endlessly, their curves smooth yet jagged, like the shoulders of beasts long buried beneath the earth. The air…

I’ve started to pronounce the l in should when I’m talking to myself and the p in receipt. In line at the grocery store and I’m correcting…

The most natural thing in the world

A poem

Poem

A poem

They don’t always fit right

A poem — reflections on a missing father

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;”

A better world, when will it happen?

Family, loss, and restoration in the backdrop of small-town America

A poem

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fiction

Free Verse

Nobody has an objective experience of reality. It’s all through our individual prisms. — Sterling K. Brown

When a force of nature is stung by a wingless wasp

A poem

Hope begins in the dark.