Dance of Death
I spin between the whirling summer stars And balter to the orbit of the earth. My feet are bare of sandals, socks, or scars. My laughter shrieks hysterics, but not mirth. There’s
The Cat Came Back
It had been two months, and the apartment complex still smelled of smoke. A gas line had blown two floors above my apartment, only damaging a few of the apartments on the opposite
Strings on Me
The two girls watched in silence as a lanky young man shoveled dirt back into the hole on top of the black trash bag. The taller girl had her teeth clenched and hands
The Wicker Rocking Chair
The white wicker rocking chair creaked as it tilted with agonizing slowness forward, back, forward, back, forward, back. Its occupant stared into the distance, tender eyes shielded from the sun by the porch
My Lantern Light
Runner up in the English Language and Literature Division Creative Writing Competition - Poetry I gazed upon the burden of my flesh That clung about my soul like dirty rags: A hated cloak
Chaos and Serenity
I sat and watched a long black cat With eyes of smoldering gold She paced along a crumbling wall A restless hunter’s prowl. Then sprawled she in the sunlight’s warmth, Her
Child of the Mud and Meadow
Still here a child of the mud and meadow With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow. With feet that dance unclad
The Winner Lost
History remembers the victors: the men and women who rose up and shaped the world. The rebels, the conquerors, the winners. It doesn’t mention the losers.