pound
on
the pavement
poundRead More »

Storms

kissing me
cold
selfishly,
intoxicating liar

the bottle is my
unfaithful partner

and I am her
abuser

By six years of age,
one ought to know some basic lessons,
like, “Not a peep ‘til the teacher calls
on your raised hand.”

I knew this lesson.
Berez did not.Read More »

Is music sex?
And is sex love?

See, I am charged; I am impassioned.
I’ve an energy, this channel.
Still, I have an age to me
you may not live to know-

I may be set ablaze, but I’m old,
at least inside my soul.

I’ve a sadness,
an emptiness,
but it isn’t that my eyes are vacant.

No, emptiness isn’t a hole; it’s a mass.
It has heaviness, and it has weight;
It has substance.
And fingernails!

It clings to the walls of my heart, just like staplesRead More »

branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a skeleton
black against the periwinkle sky

reach for wings gone

branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a lotus cluster
black against the periwinkle sky

reach for wings to come

(feat. in The Open Culture Collective)