Force Of Nature

your salty tears freeze

bitter wind cuts your choked scream

trees drown in your pain

What I Need

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That is can be good again.”

                                                      -Suzanne Collins(Mockingjay)

My Punishment

dying inside you’re

devouring this heart, crunching

fat, muscle and bone

13 Ways of Looking at a Hero

Throwing it back to when i wrote this parody of thirteen ways of looking at a black bird by wallace stevens for class


Among twenty muscled superheros

the only one moving

was Kal-El of Krypton.


I was of three persons

like Superman

who lived three lives.


The intergalactic traveler grew into a man.

It was a small part of a larger journey.


Clark Kent and Superman

are one.

Clark Kent, Superman and Kal-El

are one.


I do not know which to prefer

the beauty of what can be

or the beauty of what is,

The black glasses after

or just before.


Kal-El filled the phone booth

with red, blue flashes.

The flashed of Clark Kent

working lat night.

The costume

of suits before and after

an unveiling of true self.


I know Hero

and inescapable dwellings of past

but I know too

That Kal-El has

influenced what I know.


When Kal-El took flight

it marked the end

of one of many dark paths.


At the sight of Kal-El

flying in a red, blue blur

even the fast paced reporter

would cry out sharply.


He rode over Metropolis

in a yellow taxi cab.

Once he walked into a street

in that he mistook

the flash of color

for Kal-El.


The blue kryptonite is near.

The son of Jor-El must be weak.


It was quiet all night.

It was spinning.

And the Daily Planet globe would continue to spin.

Kal-El stood

In the black sky.


“A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.”

                                         -Lorrie Moore

I Just Tumblr

wineCoffee First, Then Wine



ticking human clocks

faded footprints cover earth

look-a sky of graves