Cathy always sat ina small booth at theend of the bar.She had that empty cuploneliness, the kind thatnever goes away.We got drunk together anddanced like puppets inprison, injured by the night.Tarantulas and scorpionscrawled the desert of her heart.And I...

Prefer you my romantical ghostwith beating heart and spiritascending from this graveto show I still love you?  Prefer you a love-letterfrom the depths of my grave?A letter penned in ink,or in the tears from my veins?Prefer you to pluck...

“In the company of imageries within my castle,I voice for everyone my next poetic verse.All the empty halls listen and echo my passion,And in darkly rich verse I immerse.”Through the courtyard, pulls up a hearse,Beneath the arms of stone...

Mirrored faces reflect faces mirrored.The mirror can break,appear as impassible spindles of web,and sometimes it can shattermy only doorway to my utopian psychosis.  The voice that emerged I didn't recognizeit was holding conversations outside of meto a being, I...