They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...

Deep within that wretched, rapturous, metastatic Uber-city of sprawling slums teeming with bitter ghosts Where the grief peddlers,...

It's after hours now and it's just me, the cat, and the day's ghosts they watch through my eyes, waiting and whispering from shadow-lit...

When the cat suddenly scampers, her claws clicking on the hardwood, I always wonder what or who she sees that I can't

is knowing you would give every atom of your being for just one more storytime together in the rocking chair

Father always told me never to let a night terror go to waste So now I stash them away in swing-top glass bottles Each an endless...

Oh, that I could move with the urgency speak with the frankness of my toddler who does not suffer the creeping naïveté of sluggish,...

As I lay in bed reading with wifey dreaming next to me I notice out the corner of my eye our bedroom door swing open seemingly on its own...

Sometimes I wonder As I wander our house On dark and moonless nights Whether the last thing I’ll see Upon opening some door Will be a...

Life is a gloomy rift glimpsed in a snow-topped creek; offering vague impressions of what came before, only hinting at the shape of what...

Misty vapors rise and dance over empty Winter fields lined by grotesque scraggle-trees with fickle fingers skyward turned gasping,...

My neighbor Hengold used to plod out onto the frozen lake behind our neighborhood with a chair, a heater, and a little blue cooler He’d...

Log in to your opiate of choice for you are a business objective you are a key performance indicator Stuff your mind with noise, stuff...

The Frenchman rises from his shell hole shambles forth with aimless grace I raise my rifle ka-chuk POW He twists but does not stop...

I comfort my shivering daughter in those wee morning hours just another dream it can’t hurt you and, wordlessly, for her fingers are in...

It gawks each time I cross the quad, doing who knows what with the stubby, pitted, groping fingers carved between its weathered knees. It...

Our new neighbors are just fine, I guess, they seem nice enough but they’re the kinda folks that leave the porch lights on all day Not...

Your terror starts promptly at 10 p.m. with the blaring theme of the local news The room is dark, you’ve read your books and yet there is...

Your mind is a smooth, flat pebble crashing across an endless lake Each new hop on that placid, azure surface a little lower than the...

What was old is new again as you open the door to McCabe’s Tavern in the village that time forgot and wander up to the bar, making eye...