a pioneering poem
Poetry
My Muse is in one of those moods
The lines have not grown togetherNo mergethe undetermined thought goes on /hiatus at the barMaybeOr…
The faces you make
Sloping outward\ framing
The names are piling uplike I know what to do with themLike I need a recordof the things I don’t know
Tectonic plates of a wish well underway,Every tick I feel the tremors,A mountain that will pierce through possibilities.It's…
We, as adult children, play in the confines of male-female dichotomies, stronger, bolder, entrepreneurial, soft-edgy, romance and sex ~have…
This comes togetherto form that/at a distancewell-changed moleculesmuscled into the next drinkforgettingthe moment that…