Friday, April 22, 2011


Deep down, penning my own prose affrights me.


I'm as easy as a mask.


The words and thoughts built, killed and resurrected wait to see light.



Monday, April 18, 2011

Streetside cafe
bleating and not bleeding;
Sentient enough.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Fence of a ranch,
vast expanse.
Edge of Sight,
Field of vision,
not seeing you in me.