You wouldn’t think lonelinesscould breathe between our warm bodies,not when we lie naked togetherclose enough to feel each others breath. But it can.And sometimes, it does.I lie beside you,listening for your soft drift into sleep,hoping,almost praying,that your hand will wander,and...

In Poughkeepsie, the dead never slept. They smoked cigarettes that glowed like embers plucked from hell, their fingers blackened by time yet still capable of grace. They danced a minuet on the hill above the bowling alley, where the...

Silenced save for the winter wind that whistle pastthe pane, a text of grim, unblinking fact. The floor,a simple mind would call wood, a canvas of dustaltered, snaring the crippled mind. A blend ofnarcistic behavior, saved for the silence...

In this graveyard of memories, I wander, cloaked in the twilightof November. The breeding stones of my mind held within. Mybones, threadbare of the moth's wings. Now a silhouette falling from the grave. Walking the shadows in an orchard...