A moment caught in greyscale

You ask her a question
and she turns towards you,
eyes ringed in kohl
smudged by the smoke
hanging in the
low-ceilinged bar

She doesn’t wonder
or question what you want,
her actions on auto-pilot,
numbness an acquired emotion
when life and just existing
require more than she can allow

The man across the table,
he looks at her, but not,
his glance far away
yet centered on her lips,
waiting for a word,
any syllable that would
resemble an interaction

And that old man,
the one buying rounds
for all those lost starts,
he stares right at you,
asking with a grin in his gaze
if you too have any moments
that have wandered off
when apathy ruled your heart


First Published by: The Loch Raven Review
Issue # – Volume 15, No. 1, 2019
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A Wink by a Nod

A morning cut short
by decisions
made in the wink of a night,
those moments when you
stopped, turned, reckoned
and celebrated a simple progress
by and about
every yen you ever aimed for
when you lay awake
with eyes wide
and out of order.

In the light of a blink
you attempt to stop
that headlong and dawdling crash
into a stunted future
where you are no longer able
to sustain growth.

But daylight makes a habit
of white-washing those
directions, and next you know
you’ve turned desire
into disdain and
all hell breaks loose.


First Published by: Mad Swirl
Publication Date – 04/09/19
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In Situ

He chose this assignment,
volunteered willingly
to allow his anatomy
to become a symbiont,
the carapace a construct
envisioned through diagrams
found in the ruins on
Titan’s shore.

He has evolved and
been expelled far beyond
our imaginations, now
a warden of the skies,
with winged panels of
tattooed gossamer and
plaited geometry arcing
from his once human visage
to trail the stratosphere,
gathering corona winds
to soar.

And from his etched
and callused palms
twin rondures descend,
which he uses to chastise
the rapacious earth-bound
traders as well as deter
any other-worldly organisms
that attempt to usurp
our place with Gaia.


First Published by: Star*Line
Publication Date – Winter 2019
Issue # – 42.1
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Transient Golems

I landed in that moment
with a blink, that moment
that was not mine.
It shown like the spark
of a jewel, clarity of place
replaced by my self.
Where did the child go?
The one on that rope swing,
sitting on that knot of a seat?
Where did she go
when I overtook her?
Did she fly to my future,
an earthen golem like me?
Though we only traded being
long enough to gasp,
I reeled back home, intangible.

First Published by: Leaves of Ink
Publication Date – 03/02/19
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The Twinkle in a Moth’s Eye

As I walked outside this morn
I trained the high intensity flashlight
up the driveway that I trudge
each and every day.

I’m not too worried
about being ravished and what-not
on this dark jaunt up the gauntlet
through the disembodied sounds,
spider webs, and shadowy recesses
that flicker and writhe with the wind.

Not with my pack of hounds on the prowl and alert.

So when something the size of an orange
is seemingly tossed across the light’s arc,
to travel just outside its boundary
I was taken aback
and slowly pondered to a stop.

I crept up, swinging the light’s beam left to right.
There, on the ground about three feet ahead.
What is that?

It appeared to be moths in coitus.
Huh, never saw that one before.
And here I thought I was a nature lover.

I started to walk around them
when something caught my eye.
A small light, in the vicinity of said moths.

Oh good lord, I need to investigate.

I edged closer, closer still,
till I was standing right above them,
a hazy apparition
behind a light from up high
like some mythical being.

And there it was again, a twinkle.
Perhaps from one of the moth’s eye?

Then they both swung
their hairy little heads forward,
and I was pinned by two sets of feral beams.

It seems I may have taken a step
into a non-ordinary reality.
Let’s see how the rest of this day pans out.


First Published by: Aphelion
Publication Date – February 2019
Issue # – Issue 236, Volume 23
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Blood Drawn Wish

She speaks in seven tongues,
her eyes shadowed by sight,
red drops, that dew rich
with heart and treble,
is your gift and her implement,
clinging to aura as it
follows your query to ground.

Fingers speak in signs,
if only you could catch
their drift and flow,
messages meant to open doors,
those passages
to want and consequence.

Her throat is banded by divisions,
each a new connection,
each a separate phenomenon built.

And she carries marks to ward
and heighten those energies
that make up us both,
our path to ingress channeled,
our journey harbored and safe.

The void that boils
is her abode,
and when petitioned,
the birthplace of our stars
is where she will meet.

So take 3 steps to follow
and listen with meaning
to receive blunt trust.


First Published by: Quail Bell
Publication Date – 01/13/19
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Skeleton Key

At this instance
my static point is here,
outside my meta-verse,
here in this body,
fluid with matter
lucid and elusive,
pausing in this chair.

Here, my head rotates
round its nucleus
in three dimensions,
cilia reaching for
alien energy dreamt
of when pondering.

While time is running
in its spiral, ever
outward and near.
If I could only
stop drawing that path
aside I could fit this
key into tomorrow.

The heart in this
incarnation has fled,
replaced by a clone
appendage that was
slipped in when
the moon was waxing.

And my sight, well,
it as always envisions
all the aspects of me,
residing where ever
I began a life
living fully and aware.


First Published by: Shoreline of Infinity
Publication Date – Autumn 2018
Issue #13

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