I love the devil— not for his fire, but for the warning he carries.   The darkest minds can hide behind the brightest smiles. Teeth clean. Eyes kind. Hands open like they mean no harm.   I learned that goodness is not always gentle-looking, and evil does not always arrive loud. Sometimes...

He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain

A ritual dissection of a malfunctioning oracle I. The Opening of the Cardigan...The autopsy begins not with a scalpelbut with the unbuttoning of Tonal Grump’s cardigana garment woven from misfired metaphors and verbs that refused to conjugate. Inside the lining, the examiners...

We speak a secret languageWe never stopped to learnWe all put out the fireWe still linger in the burnWe forget our friends and neighborsWe bend to idle handsWe waste our blessed timeWe lay our ground in sinking sandWe search...

The cold feels infinite In this space between usAs the moon drifts furtherFrom the warmth of the sunUndetected was the increasing chillAnd the days growing longerGrief fully engulfing the moonWhen the frost overtookDid the sun ever notice the rift?It...