Not for silver, nor gold  the hand reaches downfor a single blade of grass  sweet perfume, chlorophyll sharp enough to bite my tongue   not for silver, nor gold...Unforged

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...